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My Sixth Blog. I Swear A Lot.

The Excitement After An Event Either Stays With You When You Are Home And Manifests Into Something You Cannot Stop Or It Fades Away And You Slump Back Into Your Old Ways.

It's Always Your Choice.

My last day in Spain and I was either being talked at, being told to read certain books by certain MLM gurus or Holly was drawing circles for me..and if anyone has started their MLM journey you will certainly know all about 'circles'...They were developed to make you think this business is easy and you can quickly sponsor people into your network and build a huge business from only 3 people building the business without it looking like a pyramid shape.

Anyone can build a huge business quickly, if you're lucky, if you work hard, if you're focussed and if your'e determined to make it work!

Who remembers the "Pay It Forward" film? The the one that Haley Joel Osment plays the cute 12 year old kid who wants to heal the world by helping 3 people to help 3 people?

Well Network Marketing is feck all like that. It's hard work, it's late nights and it's a passion that gets under your skin. So be prepared to take your kids to work events, say no to party invitations and be so fully immersed that even your friends stop calling with invitations that will take you away from your goals for even an hour.

Holly gave me a notebook, 3 pens and a diary. All of which I did actually have believe it or not in my fully equipped super organised home office back in the UK. However I was totally engrossed in the guru type books and I was lapping it all up so it didn't matter that she thought I was completely green as grass. Looking back though I actually was. Or rather completely naive.

My life was suddenly a mix between 'The Secret' by Rhonda Byrne and 'How To Win Friends And Influence People" by my favourite of all time, Dale Carnegie. All positivity, fairies, angels and mantras.

The next day I was sat on a beautiful beach under a brolly on a comfy bed with books all around me and a jug of Sangria for company. My new life was suddenly all planned out in the last 72 hours. Holly was playing tennis that day so I was free of circle drawing lessons and '3 tell 3 makes you a millionaire within a year'. Thank feck.

I was still beyond excited about the new venture I had embarked on and while I sat there reading Eric Worre sipping my plastic beaker of 'juice'.

It's fine I thought 'I'm working on my future' as I staggered and swayed to the sea for a swim.

These days it's called an Ocean Cleanse. Back then I was just having fun on my own.

One of the books, apart from Ingrid's I was told to read was Eric Worre's "7 steps to becoming a network marketing professional". Commonly known as "Go Pro". It is the closest of all the "Do Network Marketing This Way' books you will find that is generic for Network Marketers and therefore a good starting point for anyone wanting to build a business, with a product based company or not. And that is the key, there are so many non physical based product companies out there now, such as Crypto Company Networks, Forex Platforms and the even the Metaverse.

Eric Worre seems such a nice guy as he articulates things so very well and he is consistent and focussed, so you'd be mad not to read or watch what he says.

He knew early on that his name needed to be branded, so not only is he a huge success in Multi Level Marketing personally, he also has a massive following for his brand Go Pro.

My Order Arrived.

Holly text me the night I flew home to check I had landed ok and started to chat on about what the plan was next for me in the UK. She was so excited for me. And her, I was her new UK leg. She also threw in a curveball that she was flying to Malaysia for a week the next day and she would put me in contact with Ingrid to help me with anything due to the time difference until she arrived back in Spain.

What the actual Feck....

My heart was racing and I genuinely wanted to say no to her kind offer as I would prefer to wait until she returned home and work with her. I would rather be in contact with Ingrid via email, phone, Viber, even carrier pigeon. The woman terrified me. I had about 100 people on my 'list' and I knew they would need answers I didn't have to give and to speak to this super successful woman was completely out of my comfort zone.

She was an inspiration yes, but also I was scared to not look stupid in front of this amazing powerhouse multi millionaire woman.

What I didn't understand at the time was that I had been given a lifeline by the biggest leader in the company and one of the top 100 earners in MLM around the world. And she had offered to help me. How lucky was I. Not many people get to have this opportunity.

We the people are so used to the restrictions of a 'normal' job that we don't think we are capable of talking to anyone outside of your 'group'. Do you know what I mean when I say this? We are consciously being programmed to stay in our class lane.

Time to rant....“Always obey rules”, “Be realistic”, “Play is for fools”, “Wrong answers are unacceptable at all times”, “Illogic costs money!”, “That’s not my specialty”, and “Ambiguity is useless in business.” All of these statements and more had been flying around my meetings, training events and conferences for years and I had been 'mentally locked'.... Don't laugh it's a 'thing' I swear.

I had been that person that wore the correct colour and certain brand of red lipstick or correct shoes when I was an Air Hostess because it was 'advised' we did. However I'll tell you that this particular red colour made me look like I had a 'Chelsea smile' especially after a 9 hour flight to Florida with no time to reapply because all I was doing was squashing fecking buns on meal trays and wiping down the sink in the toilet areas.

Most anti establishment groups would say that I was definitely mentally locked and my creativity had been restricted by society, the legal, and educational institutions, but I prefer to say that was an Ant.

The next morning the door bell pinged, the dogs flew to the hallway barking like mad as they detested the postman. I shouted at them to shush because that's what you're 'meant' to do, shut them back in the living room and opened the front door. My postman Geoff was a lovely guy, always in shorts whatever the weather and smiling. He loved his job and that was cool for him.

Geoff was holding a few letters and a box in his hands and said "Kate this ones for you" and passed it over, I had to sign for it and then in a flash he was back down the path and knocking next door while singing along to his headphones looking like he was straight off the set of the "The Truman Show'.

I headed for the kitchen table, and saw the box was from my new business with the name blazoned all over the outside. Hmmmm Good job it wasn't from the naughty store I thought.

It was all of the products I had ordered, or rather Holly had ordered when she told me to grab my debit card and speak to the nice Spanish lady on the phone giving her my card number. I grabbed a knife and opened the box up and saw that there were approximately 9 brochures and catalogues, a huge set of order forms, an invoice, and two tubs of vitamins.

Now I am not the type of person to sit and read forms, catalogues or instruction booklets. They bore me. I don't even read the labels on the vitamin tubs. My personality is that I prefer to slam the remote control down when it doesn't work and walk away. I used to call my brother stressing down the phone and say that the "fecking remote isn't fecking working" and he would call around to my house press a few buttons and fix the problem. Anyone who knows me well also knows that I have no patience whatsoever with this type of shit.

I was standing in the kitchen and I find myself staring at all these bits of paper and thinking OMG what have I done and where do I start? Ignoring the paperwork because that's what I always do I open the first tub of vitamins and right at the top after I peel back the silver shiny lid is a huge lump of cotton wool.

My nemesis is cotton wool. I am actually sat here rubbing my teeth with my finger until my teeth squeek.

Are you actually kidding me. I hate this stuff, I have been tormented by this stuff for years, I can't touch it, look at it or have it anywhere near me, so how the feck was I going to get it out of the tub.

It was not going to happen, and I couldn't call my brother and ask him to come over and help me as he would flatly refuse, but only after he had stopped laughing. So I decided to be brave and went rummaging through the kitchen drawer looking for rubber gloves and kitchen tongs to get to the vitamins hiding underneath.

I still do it now, unless the 'other' is around and he kindly takes it out for me. I must have been traumatised as child by this stuff.

Two Choices.

My meeting was arranged with Michelle my friend for the week after, she was coming to my house and we were going to have a call via 'Viber' with Holly, so that was great news I was really happy. Things were rolling.

It was Wednesday evening, I was in my home office after walking the dogs and working 10 hours, and going through my list of contacts. I split everyone into two simple lists, they were either Sick or Skint. The odd one both.

I had a decision to make. Do I go downstairs and flop on to the sofa and open the vino and pretend I just had a nice holiday, a free handbag, and hide from the fear of being out of my comfort zone or do I pick up the phone and be a big girl, pull up my big knickers and change my life.

I picked up the phone..

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