I am LOVING my amazing client who brought in more money in Q4 of 2021 than all 3 previous quarters combined!
Yep, John Woods beat a big competitor in the employee health benefits field.
The contract was worth $61,000.
Here's the kicker: John had his best year—during the Pandemic! (Most of my other clients have as well )
How did this banner year happen when John's marketing was inconsistent and paid ads didn't convert?
John says the results **finally** showed up…WHEN HE SHOWED UP, for himself. He made a commitment to private coaching with me.
And I immediately nailed John's real issue.
It had ZILCH to do with marketing.
John had to clear out the blocks around his internal story and self-worth.
John had never heard this from other coaches or consultants.
He had to love his story --and himself--so decision-makers could appreciate his value and approach--and hire him.
Bottom line: If...
You can practically hear the clock ticking.
As New Year’s Eve approaches, the world is keenly aware of hours, minutes, and seconds.
Look, I love a party, but making resolutions irks me, and here's why.
Have you resolved to quit binge-watching Netflix and volunteer as a mentor in your community? Or finally launch your podcast? Or worse…join the gym? (gassssp!)
Let's get real.
You don’t need a split second on Dec. 31st when the ball drops in Times Square to get on track. You have the power right now to do better.
It's not a resolution; it's a decision.
You can simply DECIDE—like I have done for many years—to stop waiting for the countdown, champagne, and party hats. It's called stalling and giving away your power.
I used to put soooo much pressure on...
In elementary school, most of the girls I knew were told they “talk too much in class.”
Both of my sisters got those lovely comments on their report cards from time to time.
I was a roamer.
I didn’t talk all that much; I wanted out. Out of whatever classroom I was in.
I have insatiable curiosity.
I saw myself as “life’s little observer.”
I always sensed that something interesting was happening…somewhere else.
And I was hell-bent on finding out where it was, who was involved, how things were playing out, and even why.
My modus operandi was simple. Ask for a bathroom pass or volunteer to deliver something to the library, office, or anywhere.
And get the hell out.
I felt like Maya Angelou’s “caged bird” trapped in Mrs. Rosenthal’s 3rd-grade classroom.
Of course, the tall people in charge at Woodbrook Elementary School –and my parents—weren’t keen on this roaming thing. (Wasn't I a...
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