I would like to share with you my story and the “how and why” I began my Oil Journey. A few years ago, I was a very active AVON business woman, helping others share AVON and make money. I was leading a team of approximately 100 women and men who were looking to change their […]
I would like to share with you my story and the “how and why” I began my Oil Journey. A few years ago, I was a very active AVON business woman, helping others share AVON and make money. I was leading a team of approximately 100 women and men who were looking to change their lives. During this same time, my husband began dealing with some very serious health issues. I became increasingly tense, overtired and distraught over the possibility that I may lose the love of my life.
I had to decrease my outside activities with my AVON business and concentrate on my family, most especially, my husband. I began to notice that without my consistent direction, many of the “team members” began to drop like flies. (It wasn’t until a few months later that I had the epiphany that they didn’t want to succeed as much as I wanted it for them).
As Ed’s health began to spiral downward, my own health was suffering as well. I had posted a few messages on Facebook asking for prayers for us, and even sharing how exhausted I was. Add to this, our son, a Wounded Warrior, (medically retired Marine with PTSD), moving back home with us. His presence was a huge help to my morale and that of my husband, but it did bring a bit more of a challenge for me, the woman who must “save everyone”. Enter, a very wonderful friend, who I will call “M”!!
M, shared with me the miracle of Essential Oils. She didn’t ask me to make a huge investment, or sign my life away, she only asked that I purchase a few oils, which she suggested based upon what was happening in my life at the time. I was skeptical, and actually did not even think about it for a few months. Again, M, reached out asking how my husband was, our son, and how I was dealing with everything. During our conversation, she once again mentioned the oils and shared what they were doing for her family. (Her husband too was having major health issues).
I discussed it with hubby and as always, he told me if I thought it could help, by all means “go for it”. (At this same time, I made a very huge decision to just allow my AVON business to run itself. My customers could order online, and my team, well, they were all adults and if they wanted to grow, it would be up to them). The money I was making from coaching and mentoring had almost “dried up”. When I was receiving $300+ checks every two weeks, dropping to $13 checks, I realized that the money never was my true goal.
As I began to use a few oils, mostly Lavender, Frankincense and a blend called Breathe, I noticed that my tense muscles had begun to relax. My sleep was improving, and that my asthma had subsided to the point that I was no longer using my inhaler or any other medications. When I talked with M about my fibromyalgia, she suggested a few more oils/blends. I was totally amazed that in a few weeks, my pain level had dropped so significantly that I talked with my doctor to cut my medication in half. (After one year, I am medication free for my fibro).
My husband was benefiting as well from the diffuser in our bedroom. M and I discussed his using Breathe for his allergies and she also suggested Serenity to help with his sleeping issues. What an amazing gift.
Making this huge decision concerning AVON, most definitely did change my life, for the better. Losing the stress, the constant impatience I would feel when dealing with people, made my life better. The money was NEVER a real issue. Maybe it was because I wasn’t making the “millions” that some of the AVON Stars are making; or, maybe it was because that kind of money has never been a goal. Honestly, I don’t know how an income in the millions would change my life, but quite frankly, I really don’t want to find out. I guess it’s because I know that an income like that could have a negative affect on my relationships with family and friends, and most importantly, my relationship with God.
I have always thought of myself as a person who was meant to help others. My years teaching elementary students, tutoring middle school and high school students, working as a paralegal, and of course, my most important “job” being a wife, mother and grandmother, this is who God chose me to be. He guided me to be a wife, a mother, and a mentor. He showed me how to help people.
Now as I am totally in love with my Essential Oils and the blessings that they have brought to my family, literally saving us thousands of dollars in prescriptions and OTC drugs, etc.; the amazing help having diffusers in our home has helped our son; my passion and compassion toward helping others has taken on a new purpose. I want to see my extended family, my friends, and everyone using God’s oils to heal their lives and those of their families. It’s not about making money, it never was, it is about sharing a wonderful gift, the gift of health and wellness.
As I made my bed this morning, I began thinking of my mother. She had “chores” that she did daily, most with a specific purpose. For instance, making one’s bed was done each morning, fluffing the pillows and straightening the sheets just so because, as she said, “it feels so good to get into a neat bed at night”. All laundry was placed into the laundry hampers, each with it’s special collection; towels in the bathroom hamper, sheets in the upstairs hamper, and clothes in the proper basket.
I continue so many of these “chores”, just as my mother did. Not because she did it that way, but merely as a matter of rote! Proving, I suppose, that one does live as one learns. In the same way that dirty dishes do NOT stay in the sink, but are either placed in the dishwasher, or hand washed. The house is dust free, carpets vacuumed, and floors swept. Something is always freshly baked and “emergency quick meals” either in the freezer or canning cellar. I must admit, that many of these are not always visible in my home.
If you asked her the purpose for all these “chores”, her answer for each one was the same; “well, I’m ready for unexpected company”. That response came from a time when out of town family visited often. Whether it was a summer vacation or weekend visit, mom was always prepared.
Mom also had a “weekday” chore list as well. Monday was laundry day; Tuesday she would iron and bake. Wednesday was a “what ever day” where in she would catch up on or do whatever she felt needed to be done! Thursday was bread baking day and cleaning the upstairs. All beds were stripped, clean linen was replaced, and all furniture dusted to a shine! On Fridays, the downstairs or main floor, received her loving touches. Furniture was dusted and polished, couch and chair cushions removed and vacuumed, and the wood was cleaned. I so loved the smell of Murphy’s Oil Soap. Even today, that smell reminds me of my mom and a clean house!
Saturday, now that was a day. The first “stop” for my mom was a trip to the hairdresser. She did this every Saturday for as long as I have memory. Her standing appointment was always 8 am sharp! While she was gone, I would start the morning with a quick once over of furniture just to make sure no dust was there. The non-carpeted floors were scrubbed, on hands and knees, and the bathrooms were made to sparkle. I always, from early on, have hated to clean the bathroom. Mom made a “deal with me”. I scrubbed the floors and she would clean the bathrooms. Errands outside the home were accomplished once mom was finished with her hair appointment, to ensure that the refrigerator was stocked and everything was as fit for company as possible. When she returned home, my work was inspected. Many times then, we would go shopping together, or we would sit for the rest of the day “crafting”! I learned to sew, crochet and knit, do bead work, plastic canvas, and of course, mom and I had our own ceramic business.
Sunday, was always devoted to church and family. As a very young child, through my teenage years, we would go to early mass, come home to such a wonderful smell, as the days noon meal was already cooking on the stove. Maybe a pot of chicken soup, stuffed cabbage, or chicken and cabbage, whatever the meal, the house smelled wonderful. After the noon meal, it was a drive to visit my grandfather and then dad would always stop at one of the family’s homes on our way home. Many times, the day ended with a visit to the “Slovenian Hall” for a polka dance. Once my grandfather passed away, our Sundays were always family visits; whether in our home with my sister and her family, or visits to one of the many aunts or uncles! I literally grew up with my cousins as best friends.
As these memories flood my mind, tears flow down my cheeks. It’s not that I am sad to remember, but sad instead, that those days with my parents can now be only memories. All the aunts and uncles are now gone; cousins all scattered and we stay in touch now through social media or telephone. We no longer have Sunday visits. Wedding showers and weddings, christenings, and birthdays, no longer are shared by the entire family. It seems that for the most part, we gather now at funerals.
I pray, that my sons, and my grand children will one day, have a cache of memories of me and my “chores” and laugh as they remember the times we spent together.
In my last entry, I shared an analogy of building a garage to make the point that any building or business needs a strong foundation to sustain itself. Building that strong foundation takes time and lots of energy. The reward however, is well worth it.
Most all reading this blog have children. You watched them grow from infant to toddler, teen to adult. At about 3 months old, we begin to “aid” these babies in their progress to crawl by placing them on the floor on their tummy. We “tease” them with toys to get them to begin to move. As they progress and crawl all around the house, our next training step is to stand them next to the coffee table or take their hands and begin the process of walking. These are tasks that, without our interference would eventually come about, but by taking them by the hand and providing the necessary environment and incentives for their success, we are ensuring that they will succeed without too many failures. There will be bumps and bruises, skin knees and scraps, but they will walk! And, if we have been “instructive” and supportive enough, they will RUN!
The same is true with our business. Take your team members by the hand, stand them next to the coffee table and support them as they take those first steps. Whether it be in their sales or in building their own team, they need a strong foundation to grow.
To build a team you must first make sure that each component is STRONGLY in place. To move up the ladder in leadership, each level has it’s qualifications. Don’t encourage or teach your recruits to “just” make the minimum. Work towards the “next” level of qualifications. Example – if you need $200 in sales for the first level and $250 for the next, push for the $250. You will be preparing yourself for future success by working a bit harder now. If the first level requires 3 orders, and then next is 5 orders, train your team so that you are getting those 5 orders now! This step can be the most difficult to achieve only if you stop adding business partners at 4 or 5. The law of averages tell us that to ensure your success in numbers, you MUST have the numbers. Build your team to 10, 12 or 15 and you will ensure not only the order count you need but, you will also ensure the total team sales needed to reach the first title level!
Take your “building” one step at a time. You wouldn’t try and install a door without first building the walls. Therefore, you must make sure that sales are solid and in place before you add the “doors and windows” (business partners). Your success and the success of your team will be more solid and secure if you build one step at a time. Crawl, walk, run!!