"When I win the lottery..."

Spent some time in the dog park today. I just wanted to give the dog (she's 8 months old now - that's an old picture, but way cute) a chance to get some exercise and it was a lovely afternoon. I wasn't thinking about business at all.

And then this woman I was talking to started speaking a foreign language. Okay, not really. It was a language I understood - a language I used to speak, even. But not anymore.

"When I win the lottery," she said. She would have a house on Cape Cod. And a car and driver to get her there and back whenever she liked. Also a cleaning lady. "When I win the lottery."

Like I said, I used to speak that language. The language of, "I can't possibly get ahead on my own so I'll just wait for divine intervention." Of "without a bolt from the blue, my dreams will never become reality." Of "I'm not good, so I'd better be lucky." But I was surprised at how odd and wrong it sounded to me coming out of this nice woman's mouth.

I don't need to wait for the lottery - I'm making my own luck, building my own business. I talked to her about it and she seemed interested. She took my postcard, read it, then folded it up and put it in her pocket. I hope she calls. I'd love to help her make some of her dreams come true.

Gooooooooooal!

I've never been much of a goal-setter in the past. I'll blame The Voice for that, can't I? You know, The Voice in your head that says unhelpful things - sometimes quite loudly and with the kind of annoying frequency usually only found in 2-year-olds who've set their sights on expensive toy.

My Voice told me that setting goals was a waste of time, especially since I wasn't going to meet them anyway! So for years, I never bothered.

But lately I've been working on The Voice, trying to give it a permanent case of laryngitis. And so I set a goal for the month of April. A pretty audacious goal, at that. I have a calendar hanging next to my desk and on the square for April 30th, the last day of the month, I wrote the number of people I wanted to have enrolled on my team.

And I found out...The Voice was right: I didn't meet my goal. I exceeded it!

So we've been making like soccer fans in my house, lots of high-fives and shouts of "Goooooooooooooooooooooal!"

Feels fabulous!

Team Slimdiva now has 17 members...and counting! With more goooooooooooals set weekly.