Work work work work work

Where do I start? The last 6 months have been a whirlwind, spent gorging on new information, studying, ┬álearning, trying and implementing. I have so much on my brain that I usually drop like a fly come bed time. I haven’t been this satiated socially and physically in ages, just from getting work done. Granted vendor events totally wreak havoc on my body, the day after I’m incapacitated, but fulfilled. It’s a strange feeling I haven’t had in years. Meeting new people, networking, creating events and managing them. Being a girlboss is tough work.

I grew up in the mentality towards direct sales with two specific ideas; 1. It’s always a pyramid scheme in disguise, 2. It’s a hobby. While it is easy to believe the first is true, I am not being forced, coerced or any other means to make teams or bump my numbers up. I have a great team with wonderful women who seek to share their success and help others who are having a bit of a rough time. ┬áThe amount of time and money I’ve invested may scream hobby, but I’m on the track to earn my investment back, slowly but surely. I haven’t done anything this physically laborious in years. I will cry if I forget to pack flats. One mistake, lesson learned. Everything will hurt for ages if you work in heels. So will your arms from slinging heavy frakta bags into the back of an SUV. It isn’t easy and there isn’t always help. Add a broken wobbly rack threatening to spill hundreds of pounds of clothing everywhere on top of painful shoes and you’ll want to kick your own rear for getting into it.


Sure it’s easy to say all we do is take pictures and the clothing sells itself, but it doesn’t work that way, not even 6 months after signing my contract. Planning, prepping, and making outfits, interaction posts, and collage graphics is time consuming. Changing mannequins is not for the impatient. Neither is working with cheap lighting and having to color correct every single picture. It is rewarding though, just being able to put a smile on people’s faces through gifting and conversation. All the other details fade away.


At the end of the day I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I enjoy doing this and getting to meet new people. My anxiety has dropped considerably in the months that I have been doing this. I feel happier, and that’s what I have been striving for, and the added bonus of being able to be a day maker makes it that much better.