Living the Dream

Last week I attended my first Seller’s Conference. I’ve only been doing this selling thing for a couple of months and everyone else there had a ton more experience. This was both good (lots of cool ideas and tips) and awful (oh my God, how will I ever be able to do all this).

I was grateful to meet a couple of people who answered my questions and also to hear many of my ideas and thoughts validated even though I have no idea exactly how I’m going to make them a reality. Ok, not true. I do have a Metric Ton of ideas but too many ideas is as paralyzingly as having none at all.

One person I met gave me some legal advice on my trademark. After that we just started gabbing about life and when I described our full-timing lifestyle he got very excited. Wow, he said “you’re living the dream!” Then he asked if I would do an interview for his seller’s blog.  Never being known for my shy and retiring approach to life, I said sure.

So today I spent an hour chatting with a lovely writer who wanted to know all about my “dream life”. My choice to sell on Amazon is really only about having the freedom to keep living a completely self directed life. But I am making different choices than the typical Amazon entrepreneur. I am choosing to build a brand and to really try to meet the needs of people I like and care about. Sure, I need to make a living but I have no desire to make a fortune. In fact, chasing money is exactly the opposite of what I am doing in my life.

Like with any life, there are a million ways to approach it and they are all right. My dream life looks ridiculous to many people. I don’t want a 43 foot motor coach with 3 slides and a fireplace. I want a tiny house on wheels that I can pack up in 2 hours and go anywhere. I want to be self sufficient but never rich. I want to be bursting at the seams with ideas and challenges. I want to try and fail and try again. The failing part is optional and not preferred of course.

So I guess I am living the dream. I’m living my dream. Tomorrow we leave our winter job in Virginia and go back on the road. We are heading to Arizona where we’ll spend the summer in the mountains but along the way we’ll visit some more national parks and enjoy the beauty of spring in the desert. It’s funny how anything can become normal to you. I’m grateful to the gentleman at the conference who reminded me that our life is the dream. It reminded me to be grateful.



Yikes! What was I thinking?

As expected, I am reaching that point in every new journey where I become anxious as hell. When I start it feels exciting and everything is just kicking along. Wow, what a cool idea! And what about this and then this! It’ll be great!

Well, this is harder than I thought but I’m learning every day and that’s exciting too. I can do this even though it’s hard work.

Okay, I’ve met my first milestones and wow did I make some stupid mistakes. But I learned some important lessons. Unfortunately one of the lessons I’ve learned is that most mistakes had to do with my own inadequacies. I am too nice to negotiate tough. I want to be genuine and not play games but the business world runs on games and pretending to be bigger or more successful than you are. Weakness is not tolerated.

I knew it wouldn’t be smoothe sailing all the way. I knew I wouldn’t just be naturally good at all of it. I knew it would cost more money that I expected. I knew lots of things…in my head.

So now I need to respond to all the things I’ve learned and move on to the next phase where I’m going to have to learn all new things and fix the mistakes I’ve made so far. Shit, what if I can’t? What if my idea actually sucks?  Suddenly there is more competition than there was just two months ago? Suddenly I don’t feel confident that I’ve chosen the right market. It didn’t matter two months ago that it would be a slow growth brand and maybe not wildly profitable as long as it was building for the future.

Panic at the disco!

Hold the phone!

Run away!…Run away!!!

Beathe.  Close your eyes and breathe. Take a walk in the woods. Take a break. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

You can do this. If you don’t succeed at first, you can try try again.

I’m on my way to my first sellers conference. This was the point of going to a conference now. The timing was perfect. Right now I need the boost and the help of others who are doing this crazy thing with me. Everyone has been through this and will be through it again. As my therapist always asks; “what’s the worst that can happen?”  I’ll lose money and my pride will be wounded. People will know I’ve failed. Ha! Been there done that. Then again, I might just as likely succeed.

Okay. Panic attack subsiding.