Yesterday I posted about chasing your dream. Well, it really was more about how I’ve changed over the years and how I’ve tried to dish out advice to others on following their dreams. I ended that post by saying I would share my dream with you tomorrow. Well, it’s tomorrow. I know I haven’t been blogging much, but I made a promise yesterday and decided that it’s important to keep it.
Anybody that is friends with me on Facebook knows that I love Arbonne products. I’ve only been using them for about 10 months, but I love them. It started with an online Facebook party that I attended. I learned about the Arbonne products and their pure, safe, and beneficial ingredients. Arbonne was founded by Petter Mørck. You can read the story of Arbonne here. http://est1980.arbonne.com/our-story.shtml
The first week of March I became an Arbonne Independent Consultant. My goal was not to sell Arbonne, but just to continue making my purchases with a better discount. However, when I signed up, a box arrived. The box had 10 catalogs and 10 RE9 samples. I put the box away and went on about my business. In just a couple of days, after listening to that box call my name, I decided to just take the catalogs and the samples and see what happened.
What happened is other people were interested. Some people were interested because I had been talking up Arbonne on Facebook. Other people were truly looking for something. Maybe skincare, maybe nutrition, maybe makeup. What I’ve found in the last 60 days is that I can share my love of a product and maybe, just maybe build my own business.
It’s been kind of a whirlwind, roller coaster ride the last 60 days. One minute, I’m asking myself “What the hell are you doing? Why are you wasting your time?” For every one of those kind of questions, there were probably three comments to myself like “I can’t believe this!” “This is great!”
It’s working for me right now, because I am actively believing in my dream. What is my dream?
After becoming an IC with Arbonne and after beginning to actively share Arbonne, I began to become more acquainted with some of the people on my “team”. One of these sweet ladies sent me a book entitled “Where Will You Be Five Years From Today?”
Before I even opened that I book, I knew exactly where I wanted to be five years from today. Retired. Our plan is to retire in less than 3 years. Doug has given about all he has to give to his employer. He says that when he retires, I retire. But I’ve had questions about this retirement thing. Like – Insurance? In 3 years I will only be 58. I won’t be eligible for Medicare.
So when I looked at the pretty book tied up with a pretty white bow, I laid it aside and gave it some thought. What came to me was sort of a vision, really just a little glimmer on the horizon. Maybe, just maybe, if I work really hard and follow the plans that have been laid out before me by other women who have already achieved success, I could earn enough from this Arbonne thing to pay for my health insurance.
I’ve got a great learning tool with the Arbonne website. Everything I need to know as an Independent Consultant, I can find on the site. There is a wonderful team of women who have already walked this walk and they are willing to share, mentor, and encourage me. Plus I’m a smart girl, I have a few ideas myself.
One of them was to place a small display of the fizz sticks on my desk. (What are fizz sticks – click the link below
I also ordered a special glass for my fizz sticks. This is a conversation starter. People are in and out of my office all day. Some people notice, some people don’t. If they ask what it is, I explain what it is. If this opens up the conversation to skincare, makeup, or nutritional products, I pull out a prepackaged sample pack that I put together and hand it to them. I consider this an investment. An investment in myself and my dream. So far this is working for me.
Like any dream, I can’t just sit here and wait for the eager new Arbonne customers to come to me. I have to go find them. Hopefully, I will find others who believe in the products the way I do and I can teach them how to fulfill their dreams.
So if I call you, or text you, or email you and ask you about your skincare products, your makeup products, or maybe if you would like to learn how to eat healthy again, I’m not offended if you tell me you aren’t interested right now. If you say no to me today, please feel free to call me if you change your mind. Please be patient with me if I call you in a couple of months to share with you a new product that I’ve learned about and I thought of you when I saw it. If I ask you to host an Arbonne party either live or in your home, you aren’t obligated to me in any way, you aren’t obligated to purchase anything. But I will reward you for helping me. You help me by allowing me to introduce this wonderful products to your friends. Plus it’s a fun way to reconnect and meet new people.
All I ask is that you are open to me and willing to discuss your dreams with me. After all, I am a problem solver.
I like to think of myself as a fairly intelligent person. Growing up, I was never much of a people person. I was very shy. Painfully shy. Even after divorcing my first husband at the tender age of 25, I was still very shy. I moved into a gated apartment complex and I really hated leaving with someone in their car. Why? Because it would require me to stop at the entrance and tell the guard who I was.
This was just with strangers. You can ask anyone who really knew me back then and they will tell you that I was talkative, engaging, and fun. But with people I didn’t know I kept my head down, didn’t make eye contact, and would probably faint dead away if spoken too.
Something happened along the way. I’m not sure where. But somewhere in the last 25 years, I began to lift my head and see what was going on around me. I looked people, strangers, straight in the eye and smiled. They smiled back, most of the time. I asked questions. I found my voice.
Now I find that I will insert myself into other people’s conversations. Complete strangers. Recently I was having breakfast with my mom at Cracker Barrel and I overheard a couple talking about their plans for the day. They were visiting Fort Worth and trying to decide what they should do next. They asked the waiter. He seemed to be caught off guard and didn’t offer any real suggestions. I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then got up and walked over to their table. I said “Excuse me. I couldn’t help but hear you asking about what there is to do in Fort Worth.” Then we proceeded to have a very nice conversation about the Stockyards. You can’t come to Fort Worth and not visit the Stockyards. There is major road construction going on I-35. They weren’t too hip on traversing that route again. So I told them how to get there the back way from where we were.
Now see, 30 years ago I would have loved to offer my advice. But I wouldn’t have. I would have convinced myself that they didn’t need to hear from me. That they didn’t want to hear from me.
I hear conversations going on around me all the time. I find it very very hard to keep my mouth shut. Sometimes, even at work, I keep my door shut. This is to not only cut out the outer room noise so that I can focus on what I’m doing, but it is also to keep me out of things going on.
When I stop and think about it, who I am now amazes me. What I’ve realized is, I’m a problem solver. I’m not saying that to toot my own horn. But I think that’s my gift, problem solver.
I think I have great ideas. The problem is, people rarely listen to me when they should. Ha! Ha! You know the old saying, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.”
Example #1 – I had a friend who lived in a small town. She wanted to open up a catering business and maybe a bakery. She’s a great cook! But, in my opinion, she was thinking too big. She talked about renting a building, buying equipment, etc. My suggestion was to start small. Start from her kitchen. Each day come up with a menu of a couple of sandwiches or box lunches. Call local business and find out if they would like to have the menu faxed or emailed to them each day. She could send it either the day before or early the morning of. If people were interested, they would fax their order to her. Since it was a small town, she could offer free delivery. This would enable her to build a clientele before actually making a big up front investment. She didn’t see what I saw.
Example #2 – I had a friend who loved to bake cookies and cup cakes. She was really good at it too. She used only the best ingredients. The first mistake she made was calling the city to find out what she needed to do to open a bakery. Of course they gave her a long list of permits and requirements. She was crushed. We had a long conversation, in which I basically presented the same ideas as Example #1. But she didn’t see what I saw.
Example #3 – I have a young friend who has tried unsuccessfully to launch a homemade soap business. She has made soaps for me and they were lovely. She was a single mom and I knew that there were durable supplies that she needed in order to make and promote her soaps on a larger scale. She seemed to want to go from hobby soap maker to side income soap maker. We talked about farmers markets and different craft fairs. But in order to do those things, you have to have product. So I invested in her dream. I gave her some money hoping that she would buy the molds and things that she needed. She continued to make small batches of custom soaps. So, she didn’t see what I saw.
But those were their dreams. So they didn’t need to see what I saw. They only needed to see what they see. They shared their dreams with me and I had a visualization of their dream. But apparently what I visualized was not what they visualized. And that’s ok. Sometimes, people just like to talk out loud and that’s fine too. I’m happy that they were comfortable enough to share their dreams with me.
Now, I am chasing my own dream. Four months ago I didn’t even know it was my dream. I’ll share my dream with you tomorrow.
What odd dreams I’ve been having. Last time it was birds, bird’s nests, and hatchlings in a house. Last night it was something else rather odd. I’m sure it means something, but what.
Last night as I slept, I was at first outside in a grove of trees and at other times in a building. Sometimes this building seemed to be my mother’s house. At other times it seemed to be a rather large house that was filled with boxes and things. When I wasn’t there, I was in a grove or an orchard filled with trees at times and with shrubs at other times.
I was gathering the fruit from the trees. There was a man in the distance. He seemed to be in charge of the trees. In my mind he was a horticulturist. As I gathered the fruit he moved just beyond my field of vision.
I had a basket in which I was placing the fruit. The fruit was actually a nut. The nut was about the size of a small apple. It was shaped somewhat like a walnut. But it was very large. As I gathered the nuts, I would occasionally crack one open. They were easy to open, much like a walnut is. When I opened them each piece of the walnut like nut it was large, to match the small apple size of the whole nut fruit. But each piece of the nut was not back to back as usual. But faced each other in the shell.
But occasionally when I opened one of the nuts I found a surprise. It was a walnut AND a pecan. I would rush to try to catch the man, the manager of the trees, but he was always just a little too far ahead of me for me to catch. I laid these special nuts aside to show him when I could.
At last I round a bunch of trees and found the man asleep on a very nice couch that sat beneath the branches.
I go days, weeks, and sometimes months without remembering any dreams that I might have. And then, WHAM! I’ve gone to sleep and find myself in bizzaro land!
I think your dreams is your subconscious trying to tell you something. Maybe warn you or steer you in the right direction. Sometimes, maybe it’s just stress that has built up over time and it spills over and is released in your dreams.
I once had a dream about an elephant in a parking lot that only I could see. The meaning of that is pretty obvious. We’ve all heard the expression “The elephant in the room.” I was able to figure that one out because of some changes I was going through in my basic belief system.
Last night I dreamed I was standing in some sort of line with my coworkers. There was a Ficus tree with a Cardinal’s nest in it. The bird was sitting on an egg. I could even see her little butt cheeks spread out over the egg. We all pointed at and admired the bird sitting on the egg. Later with my coworkers and now also some family members, there were two baby chicks that had hatched from the eggs.
In my dream the Cardinal was a regular sized bird. Just the size you would see in your backyard. But when the chicks hatched they were about two feet tall, tan with darker spots and very fluffy and vocal. I walked over and picked up one of the chirping chicks and it immediately became a shriveled up, gooey mess in my hand and died. Before I could stop myself I picked up the other chick and the same thing happened.
Hmmmm……..I’m not sure what that means. But it doesn’t sound good.
I’m sure we all dream every night. In most cases, we either have no recollection or they fade from our memory as we rise and start our day. I occasionally have dreams that stay with me intensely upon waking. This morning I arose and was conscience of such a dream and I’ve been struggling to decide if it means any thing.
I woke briefly very early this morning and the dream was there in the fore front of my consciousness. I went right back to sleep and when I woke again in a couple of hours the dream was still there.
The dream took place in a Jack in the Box restaurant. My friends, Nancy and Alicia, were there also. I was under the impression that they worked there, but I’m not sure. I had a large bucket of soda. Yes, it was a bucket of soda. Like a pail with a handle. It was a red pail. It was square ice with the soda poured over it. There was no straw.
As I was walking away with my bucket of soda I noticed something moving around in the pail. Alicia came to help me look. I don’t recall any conversation, it was only movement and feelings. In the pail was a long worm. Not like an earthworm. But some sort of segmented worm. I was disgusted and Alicia seemed bothered by it, but not to the extent that I was.
Now worms are one thing that I can not stand. If I’m digging in a flower bed or my garden and I come across a worm, that is my sign that it’s time to stop. I don’t run screaming at the sight of a worm. They just generally gross me out and make me turn and go in another direction.
One of the things I read about “dreaming of worms” says that dreaming of worms is the first sign which warns about accumulation of negative experiences, lack of balance between what is desirable and necessary. Worms in dream also can be evidence of negative effects or conflict in family and work. Something else said, “The dreamer must consider, that sometimes dreaming about worms warns about health, which might be at risk.”
What my friends had to do with the dream, I have no idea. But I’m thinking my subconscious is telling me that I need to take better care of my health. After all the worm was in a bucket of soda at a fast food restaurant.
I’ve been off the “take care of myself” wagon for a long while now. A lot of things have been in the back of my mind. I haven’t been exercising. The unnecessary sugar, the bread, grabbing the easy food, instead of the healthy food.
I think maybe my mind is telling me I better sit up and pay attention before something happens.
He who takes medicine and neglects to diet wastes the skill of his doctors. ~Chinese Proverb