I was persistent, so I pivoted to selling products that had a “no ceiling” type of potential that made my world open up.
Ah, the power of sales. This was going to be great because, well, I knew I was made for something great.
So off on this journey I went, pouring effort and ideas and nervous energy into this thing that would bring in money and fulfillment on my own terms.
But, no matter what I did or how hard I tried the sales plateaued at a measly $200-$1,000 per month MAXIMUM. For 2 years I got the same results.
At that point I, pregnant with my first child, allowed myself to finally say it: “maybe I’m not cut out for this”
I wasn’t one to give up, but something had to give.
And I was right. Something did give.
It wasn’t what I was doing that was wrong, but HOW I was doing it that was wrong.
Three weeks after my baby was born, I became one of Macy’s first students and my world flipped right side up. I FINALLY saw traction, movement.