For the first time in two and a half years, I can truly say that my old personality, the real me, the one I had for 42 years, before my mom's devastating brain cancer diagnosis, her death which broke my heart, and the aftermath, has come back.
It took two and a half painful years, many tears, much hard work, and much progress.
For those that don't know.. the old me, when I was in college, and working.. was intense.. and cared about only two things.. the health of the senior relatives I love (d), and my career.
After my mom's death, I didn't care about much of anything., except being morose, and feeling sorry for myself.
The email my dad sent me just a year ago, which I deserved 100%, got me back on track.
After I passed the insurance exam, and was hired by Aflac, my career has taken center stage. Since then, I've also been hard at work on improving myself physically at the gym, and with my stuttering.
I've posted about the process of the hopefully mega account we are working on, with the 100 man law firm. My dad, Keith, and I are supposed to have a meeting this week, about another potentially big account.
Hopefully, Heaven willing at least one of these deals will materialize.. so I can solidify myself at Aflac.
Right now, all I'm concerned about is two things.. That my dad, and my senior relatives who I love, stay healthy, and that at least one of the major deals that are being worked on, materializes, to get me on solid footing at Aflac.
When I was at college, in my best days, even when I was winning awards for my academics, when I was the host student to show potential new students the campus every spring, and was getting grades of Dean's List, or close to it, my nickname was "BON" (Bundle of Nerves) for my intensity. That intensity is back, just as it was in my best days.
My dad expressed his concern that I'm obsessing over things with work that I cant control. I see his point.. but I know he also understands how important my success at Aflac is to me.
My stuttering has gotten much better, except for occasional slip ups. I have my next appointment with my speech therapist tomorrow. My hope is.. to practice cold calling tomorrow,.,. or at latest, next week, and then to implement it in the office. Keith doesn't seem worried about the timing of that, because of all the other things we're working on, but.. both for myself, and my future success, and for him, I want to show him I can do it.
Now, it becomes a wait and see situation. I hope, Heaven Willing, to get at least one of the potentially mega accounts that are now being worked on.
It took two and a half painful years, many tears, much hard work, and much progress.
For those that don't know.. the old me, when I was in college, and working.. was intense.. and cared about only two things.. the health of the senior relatives I love (d), and my career.
After my mom's death, I didn't care about much of anything., except being morose, and feeling sorry for myself.
The email my dad sent me just a year ago, which I deserved 100%, got me back on track.
After I passed the insurance exam, and was hired by Aflac, my career has taken center stage. Since then, I've also been hard at work on improving myself physically at the gym, and with my stuttering.
I've posted about the process of the hopefully mega account we are working on, with the 100 man law firm. My dad, Keith, and I are supposed to have a meeting this week, about another potentially big account.
Hopefully, Heaven willing at least one of these deals will materialize.. so I can solidify myself at Aflac.
Right now, all I'm concerned about is two things.. That my dad, and my senior relatives who I love, stay healthy, and that at least one of the major deals that are being worked on, materializes, to get me on solid footing at Aflac.
When I was at college, in my best days, even when I was winning awards for my academics, when I was the host student to show potential new students the campus every spring, and was getting grades of Dean's List, or close to it, my nickname was "BON" (Bundle of Nerves) for my intensity. That intensity is back, just as it was in my best days.
My dad expressed his concern that I'm obsessing over things with work that I cant control. I see his point.. but I know he also understands how important my success at Aflac is to me.
My stuttering has gotten much better, except for occasional slip ups. I have my next appointment with my speech therapist tomorrow. My hope is.. to practice cold calling tomorrow,.,. or at latest, next week, and then to implement it in the office. Keith doesn't seem worried about the timing of that, because of all the other things we're working on, but.. both for myself, and my future success, and for him, I want to show him I can do it.
Now, it becomes a wait and see situation. I hope, Heaven Willing, to get at least one of the potentially mega accounts that are now being worked on.
