That is not a very appealing phrase is it? Why would anyone want to skin a cat? But as a kid I heard this saying all the time from my mom. As I think of it I can see my mother’s face of determination, like she wasn’t going to be defeated! I can see her body posture like ‘you better not mess with me!’
(I’ve been writing about my mother a lot lately. She must be channeling through me! Hi Mom!)
But it’s all relative. I was working today and started to get in this panic mode and then I stopped and said, ‘I’m not going to let anything stop me! There’s more than one way to skin a cat!’
The panic was one I’ve had many times. I’m sixty years old, have been a sales person selling our earrings for 31 years and before that I had my own modeling school that I just decided one day I could do. Back then there weren’t computers. I hit the pavement to get business and still can to this day.
But the panic sets in because I’m seeing all these people in my community with great computer skills get up their awesomely beautiful and effective web sites, hold webinars and who are social media savvy. So I compare myself to them, thinking this is the only way I’ll be successful and that I’m stupid, slow, I don’t have the money to pay to learn, blah, blah, blah, blah and blah!
Well today I said no more! I can and will do this whether I have these skills or not! I just kept saying to myself “What else is possible?” and “How else can I get the results?” And, like my mamma taught me, there’s more than one way to skin a cat. And low and behold I started figuring this thing out!
First of all, I got back present to who I know I am! You might have read my blog about my being a Natural Born Salesperson. If you did then you know at age 8 or 9 I loaded up my red wagon with my mother’s tomatoes from her garden, without her permission, and went around the neighborhood and sold them.
I did a similar thing at the age of 30-ish. I cut myself off of welfare and started my own modeling school. I had attended Barbizon Modeling School to get some personal growth for my self. After I graduated from that I became one of their teachers for them for awhile. Then I decided to do this teaching of modeling play casino online on my own.
I put together a portfolio of pictures, a curriculum and a slide projector presentation and opened my very own modeling school. I called it Focus Modeling. Much like selling the tomatoes, I went around to high schools and gave presentations about modeling and enrolled girls & their parents to come for interviews and thus got girls signed up for my classes.
I had moved into a brand new two bedroom apartment that I couldn’t afford & had no furniture so I used one bedroom as my makeup room for my students and turned the combo living room, dining room into the runway and photography area. I connected with small clothing stores to get small jobs for my students. You know the store Bebe’s? Well Manny, the owner, used to be a very small boutique on Union Street in Cow Hollow. I used to get clothes from him for my models to use for shows & photo shoots!
Eventually I moved my school to a studio at second and Mission streets in San Francisco. The building I was in was damaged in an earthquake and was replaced with a new building, but it’s neat to know I had my own school in downtown San Francisco!
Back then I never sat around telling myself I couldn’t do it. Why have I been doing this now? Is it because I’m older and things have changed so much? That’s what I may have been telling myself, but now I say BS to that! Sam Walton didn’t need any computer skills, and neither did Oprah or a lot of other people to be successful! And neither do I!
I’ve got a plan. Part of it is I only compare my self to my self and my results to my last results compared to what I want! I learn as I grow but no more of this pussy footing around! I’m reaching out and if someone doesn’t want to play with me I’m going to the next person.
Nothing is going to stop this super star from delivering her message, empowering other people and living the life of her dreams! Damn straight! Thank You Momma!