My Response to the Naysayers

I know that I’m always going to get some sort of negative feedback. I’ve learned that in order to get anywhere I have to have thick skin. If I want my book to get published, I need to prepare for a ton of rejection and input as to what I need to change. I realize that people aren’t always going to agree with my point of view, especially when I plaster my opinions on my blog. I get it. I expect it. I know that each and every one of us has a different viewpoint on a different subject matter, and at some point, we’ll all butt heads.

What I’m having trouble with is this:

At the moment I’ve had to take time away from my full time job due to health reasons. In order to try and make money, I’ve gone the direct sales route through a company that I actually really believe in. I’ve found a group of women who support each other and cheer each other on. There’s no MLM or pyramid schemes. Trust me, I’ve fallen for that when I was much younger and far more naive.

Yes, it is sales. But it is a way for me to earn a living…WHILE I’M SICK. Many people take for granted that they’re healthy and able to go to work every day, forty hours a week and able to take home a paycheck. But what do you do when your sick time runs out along with all of your other options? What do you do while you wait at home while the doctors shrug their shoulders and you writhe in pain? You still have to pay your bills. Or at least I do. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m not a fan of being homeless and in debt.

So, sorry, but I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry that I’m posting my a few advertisements here and there on Facebook. I’m not sorry that I invite you to a party or two. I don’t think that I’m preying on my friends. I don’t think that I’m taking advantage of anyone. I’m not pressuring a soul out there. I’m offering a product and my service and if you don’t want to take me up on it, fine. Point taken. I’m not going to twist your arm. That’s not who I am, nor who I’ll ever be. I just don’t appreciate the fact that someone could really think I’d use my “friendship” to get them to “buy” anything. I guess they don’t really know me.

On the other hand, my true friends know the real me. And for that, I thank each and every one of them.

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