Cinderella was one of my favorite fairy tales. I learned many things from the diva that I use in my life as an entrepreneur. Some of her lessons were positive, some not.
She worked hard. She got discouraged. She did her best to look beautiful. She tried to please too many people. She left the ball heartbroken. She ended up with the handsome Prince. She hid in the background like a good little girl. She had friends, even though they were mice. She could make a little go a long way.
Most of us aren’t living fairy tale lives, we’re living real lives. Lives where cars break down, marriages ends and babies grow up and leave home. We often let others tell us they know best, even when we know in our heart they do not. We look for kudos from the outside when we should be examining our own intentions and motives.
I still love Cinderella. She reminds me of fairy dust and midnight carriage rides. I love the dream of perfection and the aura of romance. I love it that she did get the man. And I love that she still gives me reason to smile, even though it’s been decades since I became a woman.
What I learned from Cinderella is this…our story begins with “Once upon a time.” We get to decide if that last six words will be…”and she lived happily ever after.”
I don’t want to learn to tango. I don’t want to climb Mt. Everest or slide down a zip line through the rainforest. I don’t want to do those big adventure things.
I’m building my own adventure. It’s called Cheryl’s life and it looks like this. I want to grow my brands into household names. I want people to get reinspired, not retired. I want to have enough cash in my bank account to be able to fund annual family trips to the beach and winter ski vacations without fretting. I want to drive a convertible BMW and let the wind whip through my hair.
I want to be available for my children and grandchildren, when they need me. I want to inspire them to try new things, to be open to the changes that happen frequently in life. I want to create something new every day, whether it’s through writing, planting a tulip or moving my furniture around. I want people to see Christ through me.
I want to give smiles to people who don’t have any and hope to women who have lost theirs. I want to matter to my husband and make him proud of me.
So, no, I don’t want to learn to tango. I want to keep learning how to live.
PS. The point of this post got a big convoluted because I got off on one of my inspirational slants…the original point of it was to promote my favorite business book on lifestyle design which is Timothy Ferris’ Four-Hour Work Week.
I’ve often been told I need to focus. Now for someone who’s very ADD (attention deficit disorder), this mantra makes me want to scream.
I can’t focus.
It’s not possible. It’s not who I am or who I’m wired to be.
I want to do 50 things at once. I’m a wife and a Mom and a Grandma and a friend and a Christian. I wear 25 different titles at least and feel comfortable with all of them.
I’m a writer and an entrepreneur. For instance, I write 5 blogs. Everyone I know wants me to write one. I believe I write all 5 blogs pretty well. I can post and update all 5 in less than 1-1.5 hours a day, and that’s with doing research for fact checking. I’m a thrift store shopper and an interior decorator. I’m a product designer and a speaker.
So which would you choose me to be?
I want it all. I want to sit at the banquet table of life and partake of the feast. At 50, I still believe that we all can have it. So I’ve decided my inability to do one thing is a great gift and I’m going to use it to love life! I’ve quit listening to all the ‘focus’ talk and spend my time listening to God and my own soul.
I hate this philosophy. I hate the fact that most truly believe you have to be a bitch to succeed in business.
I’m not a bitch. If I were I wouldn’t have suffered a collapse of my real estate investments because I let a too-pushy commission scrapping realtor convince me that I needed a certain set of properties.
I wouldn’t have lost $10,000 to a wealthy entrepreneur who I found out later wanted to get in my pants.
I wouldn’t have lost my biggest marketing client ever because I warned a friend in confidence that she was going to be fired (when she exploded on the VP she didn’t do a thing to protect my anonymity)
I wouldn’t have let my own Mother abuse me with her mental illness.
There are so many “I wouldn’t’s”. But I’m glad I’m nice. I trust first, then I become skeptical. I don’t want it the other way around. I don’t want to believe that everybody’s out to get me (because they aren’t). True, some are…but not most.
I still have the corner office. Even if I’m nice.
Most of us know that a trip to any Post Office can be physically and mentally grueling. However, there’s one worker named Maria at our local Post Office in Lee’s Summit, MO, who makes the trip worth it with her smile.
She has a sign on her station that reads “Be kind. Everyone is fighting some kind of battle.”
Isn’t it true? We’re all on the battlefield of life. Some of us are winning, some of us are losing. But, regardless of whether we like it or not, we’re all still there.
Some are battling addiction.
Some are battling finances.
Some are battling infertility.
Some are battling health issues.
Some are battling career setbacks.
Some are battling religious beliefs.
Some are battling weight.
Some are battling evil thoughts.
Some are battling hopelessness.
It’s a battle. We all need some strong soldiers in our arsenal. Kindness is a good place to start. Thanks Maria, for the reminder.
McDonald’s has their new campaign out advertising their $1 soft drinks (You Can Buy Happiness For $1) and I’ve concluded that you can buy happiness for a buck. I make at least 2 trips a day through the drive through for sodas and at this rate, I’m contributing at least several hundred dollars a year back into the family budget.
Imagine this, they created the Happy Meal and now they’ve created the Happy Drink. What’s next? Hopefully Happy People.
I love that Laughing Cow cheese because every time I see the commercial on television, I laugh. The actress asks the question, “Have you laughed today?” We need more laughter. We crave more laughter. Laughter inspires joy.
Yesterday, my 16-month old grandson and I had a laughfest. I started laughing and he joined in. I belly laughed. Then I slapped my hands on my jeans and he started hitting his little hands on his legs mimicking me. We laughed harder. Soon both of us were seeing if we could outlaugh the other one.
We were snorting and bellowing and laughing out loud together. It felt phenomenal. There wasn’t really anything especially funny going on except that we were laughing, together.
Today, host your own laughfest.