…an introvert’s struggle with direct marketing
I will never own a gold scripty-font coffee mug that says: #girlboss, #bossbabe, mompreneur, hustle or grind
I don’t juice, workout, or drink enough water
My favorite way to use Grapefruit & Lemon oils is in tequila, with a splash of lemon juice topped off with club soda - you’re welcome.
No Facebook LIVES: my 40 year old eyesight is just poor enough that I can’t read the live comments. Also, I would have to fix my hair.
I can’t do home parties...err, “classes”: raffles, prizes, incentives, games & talking to new people...all give me hives.
SELLING ISN’T FUN, unless you: A. are just creepy enough that you enjoy making others feel weird B. are a competitive jackass C. don’t have a soul and are numb to people saying no
If one more person references their “tribe,” I’m gonna punch a puppy. [Registered members of Alaska Native/American Indian and other actual tribes excluded]
I can’t schedule evening gatherings because - Real Housewives.
I won’t always be there to tell you what oil to use - can you just give it a Goog? (FDA employees excluded) ...better yet, join a FB group with people who DO want to tell you what to use!
I can’t use a generic class handout because the layout, flow and graphics give me motor tics.
Instagram is out - I’ll just procrastinate posting the newest “procrastination blend”
I cuss when I’m nervous not like a sailor, more like a first-mate.
…still reading? We should probably be friends.
anyway, here’s my solution