Self Righteous Princesshood

I can be such a jerk! “Princess” simply doesn’t cover it.

I was having a moment. A wallowing, self pitying, righteous moment. Giving in to the constant barrage of economic meltdown hysteria, covering up my not-well-done Hostess coaching by blaming the stress level of those around me. Indulging the “I’m-an-imposter-and-the-curtain-is-falling story that lives underneath my usual positive and sunny self. That pessimistic voice in my head.

“My parties are canceling, why are they wasting my time?”

“Everyone’s depressed, no one has any money, I need to find a different job”

“How are we going to pay the bills? My credit’s gonna go to hell”

“Ranch Boy’s going to have to go back to work full-time, we’ll never see each other, he’s gonna be such a grouch”

And so on, and so on…

And then she called. My one, unfailingly Pollyanna friend, McB! One heartbeat into the call, she gets a strong whiff of bullcrap and off she goes – handing me the best advice, advice I have been known to give – everything she’s got.

“You can do it. You offer a respite from the stress. You give your Hostesses and their guests a break from their daily worries and create a place of fun, friendship, laughter and sex. Parties for 2-3 people are great, more intimate, better conversation and full of promise of Bookings and Recruit leads.” And more…

You know… everything I tell my team when they are in this dark place .

And what is my response? Princess! Bitchy! Just downright un-pleasant. Being curt and difficult simply because I feel like it. Of course, she eventually stopped trying, gave up and went on with her happier day, leaving me to my doom and gloom.

My thoughts right then – Of course I CAN wallow, if I WANT. I am as entitled to Self Indulgence and Misery as anyone. What do you know? (with a flip of the hair and attitude, baby)

Of course, McB has my number. (Why do you think I picked her to be my chosen Mentor?)

Wallowing is simply not my style. It took all of about 10 minutes to notice I was organizing my office mess, and getting ready to make calls. She’s Good! REALLY Good!

And it helped more than just to get me back on track personally. I used it. That night on my Naughty Nymphette TEAM call, I unabashedly used her words to motivate my girls. And this morning, as I was doing my usual Friday morning coaching calls, I had more compassion for the “I don’t wannas” and the “It’s everyone else’s fault”.

And what do you know… those girls got it! Phone calls are being made, parties are being booked – more importantly there were a few smiles peeking through the phone lines.

Thank You, McB!

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