Recently my friend Jennifer posted a question on her facebook page, "If you could go back and tell your teenage self anything at all, what would it be?" I loved the responses to that question. One of the responses I liked most is, "Don't worry about what the popular kids think, because most of them grow up to be uninteresting anyway." Now I'm sure that's a little bit of an exagaration, but it is true that kids worry way to much about what other people think of them. If there is one thing I have learned from going to the few High School reunions that I've been able to get to, is that the people I enjoyed talking to most (at the reunion) , are really the people I knew least in High School. It is so cool to see how people blossom and grow. High school is a tough gig. There is enormous pressure to fit in. Pressure to blend will always be there in life, being yourself is the true test of character. High School is a mere blip on the radar my young friends. Many of the people who don't "fit in" now, grow up to be some of the coolest people you could know.
I went to a cool women's networking meeting the other night. It was with an organization called Heartlink . It was at some one's house. An awesome dinner was served. Tables set, lovely hospitality, and about 20 very interesting women were there. We each got 3 minutes to introduce ourselves and tell a bit about our business's. Most of the women knew each other already. Many of the women present had business's that sell through direct marketing. Most of the big ones were represented, and a few new ones I had never heard of but found interesting. There were also women with other business's like insurance, legal services, printing, etc... It is great to meet like minded people, and I can definitely see the benefits of attending regularly. The bad part however, is it leaves you wanting to go shopping! All of a sudden, I MUST have the new mango cutter from Pampered Chef, and I am yearning to freshen up my candles, and I NEED a hole new wardrobe from CABi . ...
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