i-Mag-i-nA-tion

As little girls we Imagine what it would like to be a Fairy Princess dressed in pink.

Cambria's face

Then we grow up and Imagine what it will be like to fall in love and marry our Prince Charming. We hear the strains of the Wedding March and we dream of hearing the music play,

“Here Comes the Bride.”

Then life happens and we Imagine what it will be like to have all our credit cards paid off and kiss our 9-5 job good-bye!

In our search for freedom, we hear how some moms have found a way to make some extra income from home.  We see our first customer signing up, then our first distributor! Our mailbox overflows with checks!

Some days it is easy to Imagine.  Some days we get knocked down a bit and have to work at it.

On those days, take a box of Markers and a big sheet of paper and draw your WHY.  What would it be like to not be tired all the time?  What would it be like to have extra money at the end of the month?

What do you want your life to look like in a year?  Or in ten years?  Your drawing will trigger another idea, which will trigger another.  Use the colors that you see in your head.  Bright, vivid colors that connect brain-to-eye-to-hand.  Get over your OCD and don’t worry about how good your picture looks.  It’s not about being an artist.  

It’s about, you guessed it, i-Mag-i-nA-tion.

xoxox
Margi

PS  I help moms of all ages, who still believe in Fairy Princesses and Big Dreams, to make extra money from home. My company has helped me do just that!  Call/text me right now at 937-360-9203.  Your dreams are waiting!

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Bubblegum in My Hair

f5a547bc6b93473d8a7d1754f7eb6ce5_dubblebubble5lbc1Our black and white border collie, Heidi, loved to raid the bathroom trash can.  It wasn’t uncommon for her to snatch a Kleenex from the trash and hide it somewhere in the house. While I was at work, she would sneak into our bedroom and snuggle up in our bed pillows. The rumpled bedding gave her away every time.

One workday morning I woke up, drank a cup of coffee, read my devotions, and followed my normal routine. Then I went in the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and started washing my hair.

 

What in the world???

 

Yuck! It felt like a glob of glue was stuck in the crown of my hair. I nearly broke my neck trying to look at the back of my head with a hand mirror while looking into the vanity mirror.

 

There it was.  A sticky glump of pink bubblegum.  Apparently, Heidi had found her sticky treasure in the bathroom trash, carried it into my bed, and buried it in the pillows.  During the night, it had found its way into my hair and glued itself to my scalp.

 

And I was completely unaware of it.

 

I made an SOS call to one of our preschool teachers, who had been a hairdresser.

 

She laughed and said,

 

“Bring some peanut butter with you and I’ll fix it.”

 

Soon I was sitting in my office with a towel draped around my shoulders. Robin removed the pink glob with peanut butter and tweezers.  It was painstaking work, but before long I was free of the tangled mess.

 

Knowing the Formula for being de-tangled from that mess made the difference.

 

Negative Emotions (Bubblegum) show up in the most unexpected places.  We can go for years walking around with them, completely oblivious to their presence.  They become our Normal because they are so deeply rooted in our Subconscious Mind.

 

“You will never be successful at Network Marketing.”   (That’s a lie.)
“You’re always gonna be broke.”  (That’s a lie.)
“You aren’t smart enough, bold enough, skinny enough, or young enough.” (More lies.)

 

With the right Formula (Self-Talk, Eliminating Negativity, Feeding the Subconscious with Good Info, and Continual Connection to a Mentor and Mastermind), the Negative LIES that stick like bubblegum to our Subconscious Minds can be vanquished.

 

Fellow Adventurer, it takes Courage and Vulnerability to take a closer look at things that have seemed Normal.  *Press Pause* for a moment and look in the mirror.

 

Two of the STRONGEST Subconscious Programs, the Need to Be Right and the Need to Look Good, become hot sticky messes when we hold fast to them.

 

So…Where are these showing up in your life?

 

As for me, I’m grabbing a jar of Peanut Butter and some tweezers and getting to work.

Margi
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Hugs and Kisses—It’s a Perfect Day!

It is still dark when I hear the alarm clock go off. I whisper to Ray, who is still sleeping soundly, “Honey, I’ll get ready first.”

My suitcase is ready to go and I’m excited beyond measure to take an early morning flight. Cambria, Gavin, and Ella will be so surprised to see us! I look and feel fabulous in my new outfit.

We drive to Columbus and within a couple of hours we are sitting in First Class of a US Airways jet, heading for Colorado Springs. We’ll be spending several days there before traveling to California. This was one of those spur of the moment trips. We take a lot of those these days.

Ryan picks us up at the airport and drives us up to their beautiful mountain home. Surprise! The hugs and kisses we receive make this a fabulous day.

We first go with Cambria to see her in her dance class.  She smiles with pride as she goes through her dance routines. I am so full of emotion I can barely talk.

Gavin is now dragging us off to his T-ball game.  He is a natural athlete and loves to push the limits. “Watch me, Grandma!” are words I love to hear.

Ella wants to stay close to me. Her sweet nature warms my soul. I love it when she crawls up on my lap and says, “I want Grandma.”

There’s a knock on the door right after lunch and it’s Lacey. She’s flown in from California as a surprise, even though we’ll be going there in a couple of days. It’s so much fun to be with her and to watch the grandchildren interact with their Aunt Lacey.

Everyone loads into the large SUV and we head off to the mountains. Within minutes we are high up in the Rocky Mountains behind Ryan and Jalene’s home. The scenery is breathtaking.  My family is all around me and my heart is filled with joy.

After our fun trip to the mountains, we head back to town. A marvelous dinner is enjoyed at one of the neat restaurants near Ryan and Jalene’s.

Back at the house we read bedtime stories and tuck sleepy children into their beds. Then the 5 of us adults enjoy the hot tub on the patio. The stars are brilliant in the night sky.  I can’t imagine anyplace I’d rather be than with the ones I love so much.

I am in complete peace knowing that I am loved and now able to spend quality time with my family all over the country. My financial peace has made this a reality.

Margi’s Life

My parents, who were both born and raised in Ohio, were living in Florida when I was born. My dad worked for his mom & dad’s small restaurant flipping hamburgers, even though he had recently graduated from college. After a couple of years, Dad realized that to keep my mother happy, he needed to return to Ohio. He landed a job back in Ohio when I was still in diapers.

We moved five times with my father’s jobs. We ended up in northern Indiana when I was in fifth grade. Fortunately, I was able to be at the same school until I graduated from high school. Vacations were spent back in Ohio with my grandmother, who lived in the same farmhouse where she had grown up as a child.  She was always kind to me and nurtured within me an interest in the history of our early American pioneering ancestors. I can still hear her say, “Margi, we’re from good stock.”

I went to college in Indiana to become a teacher. I married while still in college, and taught 4th grade. We soon moved to Little Rock, Arkansas, where I had our first child.  Three weeks before our second child was born, our home was flooded. Eight children drowned in the flood waters one mile from my home, while waiting for their school bus.  The smell of Lysol still brings back memories of scrubbing all our floors and furniture with disinfectant. My husband had to leave after a few days for his job, which was out-of-state.  I was left alone with an energetic two-year old boy and a packed Lamaze bag. Fortunately, he had time to get home to take me to the hospital to deliver our little girl.

One year later, my husband’s job took us back to Indiana, where we lived on an isolated watermelon farm. My marriage ended and I found myself all alone again, with two little kids and a single can of tuna in my kitchen cupboard.  My new-found faith in God anchored my spirits, even when the circumstances looked pretty bleak.

My parents had divorced several years previously, so I ended up returning to Ohio to live with my mother. I set up a living area in her basement and my children and I shared one bedroom. Within several months, I was teaching at a Christian school and my children were attending a daycare center in a local church. I was finally able to rent a small bungalow with my small income and monthly child support check.  After retrieving all my household goods that had been stored in my grandmother’s front bedroom, the children & I moved into our own little home.

That same summer I met Ray on a blind date and four months of a whirlwind courtship later we were married. We suddenly had a blended family of his 3 teenagers and my 2 preschoolers. Although we had our ups and downs like many blended families, we were blessed that it was filled with mostly “ups.”

Within a year and a half after marrying Ray, I became the director of the same daycare where my children had been attending. I ended up being there for over twenty years.

I had lots of great experiences, but the job also came with a ton of stress.  You know the old saying that goes, “If you want things to change, you’ve got to do something different.” Well, one day I knew that I HAD to do something different. Here I was after 2 decades of being a director, with no retirement, no pension, and a lot of grey hair.

So I wrote my resignation letter…and closed that chapter of my life.

I then became a preschool coordinator for three states. The upside was that I worked from home, met nice people, and conducted training for daycare directors. The downside was that the company’s finances were really tight.  After three years, I realized that I again needed to do something different.

Over the past 20 years I’d been in lots of home businesses.

One of my most embarrassing experiences was when I joined a company that sold glamorous jewelry.  At that time, my wardrobe was mostly jumpers with appliqued teddy bears since I worked in a preschool.

I went to one of the company’s training events wearing the newest outfit in my closet: a periwinkle blue cardigan sweater with big birds all over it and matching blue pants. I was color-coordinated from head-to-toe.

I walked into the room and immediately saw that the other women were all in formal black with pearls and diamonds.

I felt like an idiot in my birds.

Soon afterwards that company folded, but eventually I tried another company, and then another one….and then another one.  FINALLY, I found a company that taught me the skills I needed to make money.

Ray and I have been married nearly 30 years and he is still my Prince Charming. Our five children are all grown and live in five different states.  We live in my grandmother’s old house and my aging mother lives with me. She has a lot of health problems and I have learned to have compassion for her. Whenever I feel frustrated, I just go to my sanctuary (bedroom/office). It’s actually the same room which once upon a time stored my furniture.

I think my grandma would be really proud that I live in her old house and carry on the tradition of sharing our family stories.  I still think of her words, “We’re from good stock.” It’s a pretty good legacy to pass on to the next generation.