Setting Goals

In this business of in home party sales, it's easy to not be a team player.  I focus on my own goals--what sales do I want to reach? how many recruits do I want? how much do I want in team sales?  However, I've discovered that if I have goals, and my team doesn't, it doesn't matter. 

How important are goals?  Very.  Research shows that only 10% of people set goals.  Of that, 90% of the those that set goals reach them and the other 10% come close to reaching.  If you come to my home, you will see a chalkboard where I write the monthly goals I have.  Here is March:

Lose 12 pounds--I'm at 9!!!  (wohoo--when you see me, give me a piece of chocolate--kidding!)
Sell $3200--I'm at $1700
Recruit 3--I'm at 2
Team sales of $11,000--We're at $6600 with 2 weeks remaining
Have one manager step up--is this you?

What are you doing to set and reach goals?  Sure it's easy to say, "Well, I hope I get there." But hoping and doing are two different things.  First, decide what you want from your life and then second write it down.  Having a visual is so important.  It serves as a reminder of what you want.  So write it down and achieve!

Sometimes you just need a friend. . .

Will You Be My Friend?
- James Kavanaugh
There are so many reasons why you never should:
I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk about myself when I'm afraid
And often spend the day without anything to say

But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
And hold you when you're sad.
I cry a little almost every day
Because I'm more caring than the strangers ever know,
And, if at times, I show my tender side
(The soft and warmer part I hide)
I wonder
Will you be my friend?
A friend
Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie
Will touch the secret place where I am really I,
To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
But will stop and stay - to tell me of another day
When I was beautiful.

Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should;
Often I'm too serious, seldom predictable the same,
Sometimes cold and distant, probably I'll always change.
I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child.
I broud and pout, my anger can be wild,
But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
And be near when you're afraid.
I shake a little almost every day
Because I'm more frightened than the strangers ever know

And if at times I show my trembling side
(The anxious, fearful part I hide)
I wonder,
Will you be my friend?
A friend
Who, when I fear your closeness, feels me push away
And stubbornly will stay to share what's left on such a day
Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there's no concern for me - what I have or haven't done -
And those I've helped and counted on have,
oh so deftly, run.
Who, when there's nothing left but me,
Stripped of charm and subtlety,
Will nonetheless remain.

Will you be my friend?
For no reason that I know
Except I want you so.