Fall Down Seven Times, Stand Up Eight
I’d still be sitting in the garage drinking been and depressed if it wasn’t for LeeAnne. She helped me connect out to hot-shot freight haulers to move my product down to the huge market in Southern California. She also hounded me to get my backside in gear. I’ll never have a month with no sales ever again.
I’m basically a lazy person and I’d rather make a thousand phone calls than go knock on doors. I’m stall a lay-about, but I do have good moments where I get the important stuff done. LeeAnne may not carry a whip, but she does own a cattle prod and that’s what it took for me to make more of an effort.
Sometimes the trees get in the way when you’re trying to view the forest. All I could see was a forest of problems. I was overwhelmed. LeeAnne hid my chainsaw and taight me how to break jobs down in to smaller parts. I can look at a huge job differently now. I stopped doing the wrong things and started doing more of the right things.
I wasted years running around to conventions and trade shows, tying to prove I was just as good as those corporate big boys. Lee Anne helped me find the real customers who liked and trusted me for this custom work. Now, I’m a big fish to my clients and that was all I wanted.
I have the attention span of a gnat and a real short fuse on my temper. I’m hard to get along with because of that. It’s hard to believe I let that little woman, LeeAnne boss me around like she did. But I’m glad she did. I can work for longer periods of time and concentrate better now.