This coaching thing is really taking off. It’s kind of scary though. That sounds nuts, right? How can success be scary? Well, it is. I think it’s more because I can’t believe the success I’m having and the lives that I’m helping to change. It feels too good to be true. Very surreal. I keep waiting for the ball to drop. That sounds terrible. How can I be focused on something so negative when so much positive is going on around me? I hate that I can be a bit of a pessimist sometimes, but when you were skeptical to begin with, it’s hard to not wait for the other shoe to drop.
I have no idea where I will be in a year, but I hope it’s at Summit. For those of you that aren’t aware of what Summit is, it’s a huge BeachBody convention that takes place annually where coaches gather for recognition, motivation, and inspiration. It’s the holy grail of coaching and where all coaches aspire to one day be. I hope I can be amongst the 20,000 coaches that will be attending next year. Seeing all of my fellow coaches post pictures from Summit made me even hungrier for it.
I have to pinch myself sometimes to remember that this is not a dream. I am doing this. I’m running a successful business, but more importantly, I’m showing people that they have the ability to change. No one deserves to be unhappy. It pains me when I hear people express how down they are and the terrible way they think about themselves. Honestly, we all have the ability to change. Sometimes, it just takes one person to help pull you out to see that you can make that change. It excites me that I’ve been that helping hand. I get to watch people grow and move towards a happy, healthier life. It is so rewarding to be in this business. I’m glad I took this leap of faith 50 days ago. I’ve created countless smiles and the pure joy I’ve gotten from that makes it all worth it. Pushing fear aside and trying something new has opened my life up to so many amazing possibilities and opportunities.
Being able to provide for my son and to lessen the financial burden has been a huge perk. There were so many nights I’d lie awake in bed asking how the hell I was going to afford this, that, or the other. I don’t mean luxuries either. I would cry over paying bills and purchasing groceries. Being a single mother is not easy. I have a daycare bill of $800 a month. It’s frightening knowing that all of the finances are on my shoulders. I have no back-up, or help. I will always do whatever I can for my son. I never want him to struggle, or to go without. I have been saddened too many times in his 18 month life over things that we could not afford to do. We missed out on many things his first year because we needed to save that money for food and bills. I’m starting to slowly make up for that. This summer, we have been able to do more things together because I am able to supplement my income as a BeachBody coach. Materialistic things mean nothing, but making memories means everything. I want him to experience as much as possible. I’m glad I can finally start to open that door.
My health was never a priority, but it should have been. I am the sole provider for my son. If something happens to me, he has no parent. I would go without food, or I’d eat Ramen noodles to save on groceries, so that I could afford to pay doctor co-pays and food for my son. I kept a lot of these financial issues to myself. I’m not a “woe is me” type of person. I handled what I need to and if that meant I put my health aside, then so be it. I ate Ramen noodles for 15 months straight 5 to 6 days a week. I’m not exaggerating. A case of Ramen noodles was so cheap. I knew I could feed myself lunch for an entire month for pennies a day. We’d conveniently visit my parents during the week around dinner time, so that I could save on groceries too. No one knew that I was having this hardship. I’d ask friends for hand me downs for my son. I felt shame, but I knew I couldn’t purchase enough on my own. It was ROUGH. I have a good job, but even a good job can’t compete against an entire household of bills, plus the astronomical monthly daycare bill. I’d constantly have to pass when asked to donate money at work for flowers for funerals, new babies, or congratulations. It was embarrassing to admit that I couldn’t afford $5.
Our struggle was real. It was scary. I feel like I can breathe now and I can enjoy life and my son a lot more. Worrying about money every, single day is ridiculous. I never want to go back to that. Being able to smile and laugh and make plans without worrying about cost is great. Going to the grocery store and picking up a couple extra items without pulling out my calculator makes me giddy with excitement. Putting money into my piggybank and putting money away for my son is even better. We were never able to do that before. I am so appreciative of BeachBody for changing my life. There are not enough tears and words to express my gratitude. If you can relate and are reading this shaking your head, then send me a message. We can talk about the different coaching options. No one should have to struggle though. There is a way to earn extra money while helping others and helping yourself.
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