Today, I will immerse myself in office work. Still attempting to catch up from vacation last week and even further flooded 
with the public’s realization that summer is fleeting and those “jobs” did not get done. I refer to this final full week as the “honey do” season. That threat that if a spouse has not begun or finished the project, then they call in the professionals. They either realize it looks very much like a Pinterest fail or that DIY projects take far more time than a half hour sitcom.
But I will also be stalking my sweet friend’s team page as she is fully expected to make an enormous rank before this month ends on Monday. And by the looks of things, it very well could happen today. Just like those snowy nights awaiting school closures, when I hit 
“refresh, refresh, refresh”... that will be me cheering her on all through the day. Bethany is so close to hitting emerald, the first of only three jewels in plexus. And only two more to reach the top, then she can sign up under herself and start all over (but that’s another blog for another day).
Jennica, mother of seven, was very hesitant to even mention it to her midwife/friend Bethany (also raising and homeschooling seven). She thought it wasn’t crunchy enough for her to ever approve such products. But she was wrong. Bethany had seen Jennica’s health restored. And then Jamie saw what it was doing for Bethany and I saw Jamie coming back from her own medical fiasco and signed under her. And so on.
While the business side of this, for all four of us, has been an enormous blessing – and should she rank today, it is mind-blowing beyond forever annual trips to Hawaii and an earned Lexus (yes, plexus lexus) how this will expand her bank account – the truth is this … we would all do it again if it meant helping just one person take their life back.
That one exhausted mama who thinks it is selfish to spend money and energy on herself when she’s become accustomed to putting herself last. We have conditioned ourselves that eating what they don’t want or simply the crusts we cut from their sandwiches is a good enough meal. In part, because we are so tired that the thought of making a salad or fixing something else just is not worth it.
That one exhausted dad who takes on as much overtime or side jobs as physically possible to make ends meet and provide for the growing family. To allow them to sign up for soccer and get those new cleats. Or braces. Or smartphone.
That one teen or young adult that is so stressed because life has sold them a bag of lies that the busier they are the more successful they will be. They are slammed and sleep deprived. They stay up late to get it all done, then take sleep meds to get to sleep and chug energy drinks and coffee or soda to wake up. Their poor bodies don’t know what to do anymore.
That one child who has been given antibiotics numerous times before even reaching age ten. Who has grown sensitive to so many things that cause stomach, bowel or skin issues. Their eating habits are ridiculous causing diabetes and obesity in America to reach an all time high.
I do not look at you, my friend$, a$ number$ or dollar $ign$. I don’t want this for you to see what I can get out of it. I want this for you, period. I know we don’t have to live like this. That our kids can change some things already medically diagnosed with better gut health and cleaner bowels. The gut is our second brain and rules so many systems within our bodies. The things my doctor told me for two years were part of mid-life are now gone. The therapy and surgery I was scheduling is a mere memory.
One time I put regular fuel in the Jetta. It takes diesel. Long story short, I was rushed and the gas station had undergone renovations and I simply did not pay any attention to what I was doing. 
I was on auto pilot and messed up. Ask me how far I got that day? Once the residual diesel in the lines ran its course and the gas hit the engine, a few sputters and then it was done. The right fuel for our bodies makes them work optimally.
I share because I feel amazing. Aging backwards. And I want this for you, too. The things I did last week on vacation and the miles I walked and hiked and kayaked. And it was the hottest week of summer. No naps. Never even sat around reading all the books I took with me. I only took Edge® one time and that was because a storm was coming it help thwart off a headache with its natural, non-synthetic caffeine.
I just felt alive.
Oh the letter I could write to my younger self.
Where was this when I was chasing after three kids under the age of five? Or grieving the sudden loss of my mom? When letting go of some of the crippling fear of kids growing up knowing that life is a mere vapor and I’d already lost one child and what if? Or fighting with doctor after doctor over how to help my girl? And those two years she was so sick we pulled her from school and I taught her here in my office, while running our business? The energy and clarity plus mood balance that would have made all the difference back then.
So back to Dorothy, I mean Bethany … she and Jennica both have hearts of gold and have followed it right to the Emerald City. Each journey starting only with trying to convince others to trade out our poorly absorbed vitamins for something of better quality. Drink one pink drink a day to balance our body’s hormones, blood sugar and lipids for more sustainable energy, craving control and mood improvement. Crawl out from inside ourselves about “selling” something like our mothers did with avon and tupperware and share our stories. Dismiss all inhibitions of what others will think of us as they do not yet understand our reasons and whys, nor do they pay our bills. Follow our own hearts and find the passion within to become what God intended us to be … the very best versions of ourselves.
I’m an open book. Ask me anything. About product, ingredients, income, my why.
Let me help you become your best you … while I congratulate Bethany for trailblazing to Emerald status.“The speed of the team is the speed of the leader.”
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