A year and a half ago, on my sister’s wedding day, I was determined that I was going to do my own make-up. You see – I didn’t want to pay to get my make-up done by her friend, a MARY KAY consultant. I knew Mary Kay, and I liked my own make-up better.
20 minutes into our prep for the day, Aline (my sister’s friend) convinced me that I should have my make-up done. “Your make-up looks great, but the maid of honor should look fantastic.” (Aline, who is now my friend, has this way of saying things so that they aren’t manipulative or offensive, but bring you along with her excitement.)
With each brush stroke, and after viewing the completed look in the mirror, I was amazed. This was not the Mary Kay I remembered. Aline was not the type of Mary Kay person I was used to. To top it off – I. Looked. Awesome.
Months went by and I continued to think about that experience. I would sit in my living room at night, look at the messed up spots of paint on the walls, the dust on the tables, the dirt on the floor, and think, “God – I wish I could afford to pay someone to clean this house.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not destitute. And I realize that this is a complete #firstworldproblem. But, living alone on a minister’s salary, something gets sacrificed – cleanliness or energy, time or money, weeds or bathtub.
Exhausted and frustrated, I knew there had to be some way to make a little extra without getting in the way of my ministry.
But nothing I thought of would work. I could substitute teach, but then my Sabbath Day would be just as exhausting (or more) than every other day. I could find a night/weekend job in retail, but then I would have to call in every time I had a meeting or funeral.
Nothing really seemed feasible until I thought back to my sister’s wedding day. So – I texted my great new friend, Aline.
“What do you think about me selling Mary Kay?”
In response, Aline sent me a 20-page text laying out the good, the bad, and the beautiful about Mary Kay. Ultimately, though she was no longer selling, she thought I would love being a Mary Kay consultant, and put me in touch with her friend, Emily (weird coincidence?).
Emily and I talked, and two weeks before Christmas, I signed my agreement to become a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant.
Those are words I never thought I would speak or type. Never. Not in my wildest imagination.
But, the past seven months have been an indescribable learning and growing experience, for which I am beyond grateful.
Now, I’ve certainly had ups and downs (and approximately five months with ZERO productivity), but I can’t describe this journey without acknowledging the Providence at work over the past year and a half since I first met Aline and wore Mary Kay make up to my sister’s wedding.
And you’re going to have to bare with me, because there’s no way I can fit everything I’ve learned into one post.
So, I’m starting with the Dream.
Saturday night, I arrived home from Dallas, Texas, where I attended Mary Kay’s annual Seminar. I thought I was going to hang out with friends and learn how to apply make-up. Instead, I learned to Dream.
Mary Kay’s business year extends from July 1 – June 30, and this year is The Year of Your Dreams.
Over the past seven months, I’ve learned how to teach a skin care class, share the business opportunity with people, and apply basic color. At Seminar, I learned how to dream.
I knew from the day I signed my consultant agreement that Mary Kay would have the power to change my circumstances, but I didn’t believe in myself enough to think that Mary Kay could impact my life.
Throughout Seminar, I met people of all walks of life – many thriving in their business. I heard stories of Top Directors who didn’t even want to go to their first Mary Kay facial, but ended up leading their unit to $1 million in production! I watched an attorney become one of the top three highest selling consultants, all while staying full time in her career – and thriving.
I saw pieces of myself in those women, and I began to believe that anything would be possible for me too. I closed my eyes and watched as my debt cleared, house repairs brought on little stress, and someone else pulled my weeds.
And still none of that was deep enough to propel me into the type of action needed to commit to this Mary Kay thing.
Until one of our trainers spoke these words, “When your goal involves somebody else, it becomes a lot easier to pick up the phone.” Your cousin has cancer and can’t afford the medical bills? You’ll knock on every door in your street if you have to. You can’t afford to send your child to college? You better believe you’re picking up that phone and booking appointments. Your husband wrecked the car and you can’t afford to replace it? You’ll work every day until your pink cadillac arrives (or chevy cruise, chevy equinox, ford focus, whatever).
I felt stuck. I don’t have a spouse. Or kids. My dogs are doing alright – they really don’t need anymore treats. Who or what would inspire me to pick up the phone every day, even after I put in a full day at church?
And then it hit me.
What is the one thing I have said for the last 8 years that I wanted to do and have never done, because “I don’t have the money”?
Liberia is the dream. Stepping foot on the soil of the country I have learned so much about. The country that has my heart. The country that many of my friends and family members call home. Eating fried plantains. Playing with the children at Rick’s Institute. Helping my friend, James, train ministers. The Dream.
Most importantly, I want to be able to take my Dad and Ruth to Liberia with me. Ruth grew up in Liberia and Dad has yet to be able to go. In my head, I have this fear that, if I don’t do something to change my financial situation, Dad and Ruth will go without me, and the experience won’t be the same when I get to go. In my heart, I want to be able to serve in Liberia alongside my dad and his missionary kid wife. I desperately want to make this dream come true for them too.
This is the dream that will drive me to pick up the phone. The dream that will introduce me to women who need the type of love and compassion I offer. The dream that will inspire me to believe that I am limitless.
This is the year of my dreams. This is the year (fiscal) that I am going to buy a plane ticket to Liberia. This is year that I will learn how to serve within and outside the walls of the church.
I believe in myself. Probably more than I ever have before.
The story obviously doesn’t end here. If you want to learn more about my journey with Mary Kay, keep following the blog. In the coming days, I will address lessons I’ve learned so far, my favorite things about the company, how Mary Kay has made me a stronger minister, and, of course, my favorite products!!
And – feel free to ask how you can support me as I embrace the year of my dreams!