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Neucopia, 3-Ways, Viagara and Profitability…it’s NOT what you think!

June 18, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Neucopia

900%+ Return Proves Profitable in More Ways than One

My initial investment in Neucopia provides me with a 900%+ return on investment in my first week.

The last time I made that much money I was trading options.

Flashback to life before Neucopia

The Viagara Proposal

It was a Tuesday evening when I was given the opportunity.

I was having dinner with my friend, David, a fellow broker who had been hot and bothered over this one drug stock that would definitively change the way men had sex.

It was bound to be an exceptional investment as he bought me another glass of wine told me about the newest trials and the inevitable breakthrough in male impotency.

Well, anything to help the fellow man (Everyone should have happiness I thought to myself) I clinked my glass to that and the conversation went like this…

David, “Nic, this stuff will a corpse hard!!”

Me, “Really? Yuck, just don’t think I’d like to be with a corpse.  But I think I can see your point.”

(there was a bit more said in that sentence, but quite honestly, I just don’t feel comfortable elaborating…if you’re one of my good friends you can interject what “Nic-isms” you think I would say! :)

Me, “Sounds like something I’d like to get in to if the timing’s right. What’s the put at right now?”

David, “It’s in the high 40′s low 50′s”

Me, “What’s the spread?”

David, “About 42.”

The rest is history and I won’t even tell you what I did that was even more risky than the option because most people would probably sh*t their pants knowing how I hedged this bet to make 2000%+ on my money.  Yes, it’s all legal.  No, I wouldn’t recommend it unless you are completely 2000% ALL IN.  ‘Nuff said.

No. I’m not an options guru.

Let’s just put it this way, I got into trading in the early 80′s and have always been a true believer in creating wealth with the opportunities that no one else will take.  A visionary at heart and an entrepreneur to the core, that’s why Neucopia resonates with me so well.

I BELIEVED in something and ended up making 2000%+ on my money on that one deal.
Not typical.  Definitely do-able.

Like I said, the best business is conducted at the bar.

And so went my loan money and then some into a little known drug called Viagara that would, as David said, “…make a corpse hard.” LOL

I traded the option and Off I went to Europe, another story for another day.

neucopiaBack to the future….Neucopia is Here

This past week I invested in another opportunity to achieve maximum success.

I made a 900%+ return on my initial investment having had 3 days to market Neucopia to a cold market of people whom I didn’t know, and who didn’t know me!

It’ turned out to be an excellent investment in more ways than one.

I have a team of amazing Leaders whom I’m very happy and pleased to call my friends.

They see a vision with their investment in Neucopia.
They know where they want to be in a year.  Leaders with Neucopia helping others achieve abundance in their lives.
They know that by investing in themselves and their dreams in one year they will be where 99% of those who didn’t take that
opportunity WON’T.  They believe in the vision of Neucopia and in the potential they have with the unlimited opportunity.

Because they’re willing to invest in themselves today to have the things that the others won’t have tomorrow.

This is called ‘vision’ and it’s inspirational.  Movies are made about inspiration.  Stories are told daily about how ONE person inspired others.  Inspiration is what fuels our hearts and puts our dreams on the front burner instead of on the back one.  Neucopia has a vision and a visionary at its’ helm.

So what happens when you dream with Neucopia?

Well, Aron, my friend and trusted team mate made over $16k+ in one week.  Now, that’s a RETURN on INVESTMENT!  Not typical, but DO-ABLE.  (nothing about Neucopia is typical because entrepreneurs aren’t typical people).

Here’s something else that happened.  I was given an extreme privilege to be on the Neucopia Team Taining call with Ryan Williams on Saturday the 16th of June.  A privilege I do not take lightly.  This call proves how when you’re willing to do what others won’t to have the things others don’t have you can truly change your life and the lives of others.

Listen to the call I had with Ryan Williams, The Vice President of Neucopia’s Field Operations on Saturday before I ended up meeting him and the owner and CEO of Neucopia, Rich Cook in La Jolla to meet Team Neucopia!!

 

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A Lesson In Positive Mindset

March 28, 2012 By 3 Comments

Network Marketing:  Creating A Positive Mindset

Here’s a lesson I learned in positive mindset and
critical thinking.  It’s also a lesson I learned,
just now as I am editing this post, about The Law
of Attraction.

Why is it you think that some people are drawn
to you and some aren’t?

Why is it you think that you are drawn to some
people and others, not so much?

After your having purchased and bought into
every product and opportunity you still
have ABSOLUTELY NO success
in selling, distributing, or promoting these
products…and you’re wondering to yourself
How the heck do these people do this?

How are they attracting the people to them to
not only buy their stuff, but follow them, listen
to them and become their loyal fan base?

Even after everyone is creating massive amounts of
dollars every month, showing paycheck after
paycheck and winning all kinds of accolades
YOU’RE STILL sitting at your computer wondering to
yourself, is this really for real?

Moreover, your question keeps coming back to
is this really real for ME?

All the while, you’re dreams and your desires
and your goals are begging you to take the leap of
faith because seriously it’s all you’ve got right now as
you stare up from the abyss of debt that’s amassed all
around you!

Yet, how do I ‘attract’ this abundance into my life?

All you want is to feel that sense of freedom and
take a big deep sigh of personal peace knowing that
you too have money in the bank, have paid your bills,
have enough to put your kids through college, give
money to your causes, and love life the way YOU
DESIRE.

That’s all we want (well, basically).
And that’s what this business,
this industry of network marketing offers.
That dream.
The dream of living the life of YOUR DREAMS.

In your continued sense of optimism, you take to
your computer and you find an opportunity you
resonate with and you ‘go for it’.

Only to find that you’ve
busted another gut trying like heck to tell people about
this amazing opportunity you’re using.

We’ve all heard it before, “It’s Not The Product” People
don’t buy a product, they buy YOU!

You’re at a loss.  How am I to get them to like me
if they won’t even listen to me in the first place?

You shrink back into your computer chair.
Listless, lifeless and full of doubt.
Sometimes you cry.

I’ve felt it.  I know. I can feel your pain.

To coin the phrase,
“I’ve walked in the shoes”… of debt,
homelessness, fear, loneliness,
pain, hunger, sleepless nights in my car with my two
dogs having the police bang on my window yelling at me to
get out of the parking lot and “…find a home.”

“I don’t have a home…”

I would say in a whisper as
tears would well
up in my eyes and I would turn on the
car to drive and find another place
I could put my head down,
if only for a few moments
before the next interruption.

I’ve worked this business for over 3+ years

It’s been a struggle and a curse and a blessing all at once.

I’m going to share a story with you from the heart, for
real and you can call me out on it anytime you see me,
or anytime you just want to talk to me over the phone…
by the way, my phone number is below.

It was not too long ago that
I was told by someone whom I really respected and
admired that I was a pathetic piece of shit.

No, I kid you not.

In fact, this ‘coach’ as they referred to themselves as,
was preaching to many people during their
powerful calls that the DREAM is ours
to be lived and attained.

After reading my personal statements of desire and lifelong
goals,  they told me straight out that not only was I pathetic,
but that MY DREAMS were pathetic and so was my entire life.

In fact, according to them,
I was a meaningless piece of crap.

How could I be hearing this?

I was hearing such positivity and like-minded
thoughts from this person.

I had heard these powerful messages that
resonated with me and truly was
in awe of their amazing ability to speak eloquently
and with such succinct discipline.

Yet, when it came to me personally,
according to them
I was not worthy of the time
of day from anyone in this industry.
Especially them.

And, in this private conversation
an even harder blow to my psyche
and my vulnerability this
person referred to my age saying,
 ”…and you have a few years on all of
us so why don’t you just don’t go
get a j.o.b….”

WOA!!

Yep, that is the God’s Honest Truth my friend.

I was told I didn’t “get it” and that
I “stood for nothing”.  I was nothing.
In fact, I wasn’t even
worthy of them speaking to me
anymore and was abruptly hung up on
and forever banished from their life.

Wow!  That was a slap in the face and
a punch in the stomach.  I gasped for a breath
and worked to gain my composure as I struggled
with my insecurities.

And then….a moment of clarity.

I’ve been in this business for over 3+
years and have had my share of
struggles, trials and tribulations.

I’ve met others who’ve struggled too.

I’ve yet met others who are inspirations
to me and whom I have forged great
friendships and relationships with as
I’ve traversed into the network marketing
community as a Leader becoming well
known in the circles of the 7 and 8
figure earners.

Who was this person to invalidate me
with their speach?

Who were they to judge ME?

And to be so exceedingly cruel to negatively
demean and humiliate my dreams,
my life and my love for who I
have become and who I am as a person?

I don’t think I need to answer that question.

Here’s the reason I’m sharing this story with you today.

I want you
to know your continued faith
in this industry
is your continued faith in YOU.

I believe wholeheartedly we both are
capable of creating the life of our
dreams in this business if we sincerely believe in
ourselves.

I could have taken this terribly and could have really
worked myself into a place of demise, demoralization,
deception, and massive depression.  Especially
since the trust factor was involved.

I could have let this person’s words to
me resonate with the most
insecure and vulnerable side of me.

Instead, I chose not to listen.

Have you had a similar situation happen to you?

Have you had people make fun of your dreams?

Have you had people debase, disparage and demean
you and your dreams?

LISTEN TO YOUR INNER SELF.

Listen to YOU.
The beautiful person inside of YOU.
This person inside of you is telling you
to STOP and listen to yourself and
find your true love, your true passion,
your true life by design.  Whatever that
may be.

Yes, you can make money online.
Yes, you can make money selling other
people’s products.
Yes, you can achieve a significant income
doing so.

YES, you are capable, beautiful, amazing,
all powerful and an incredibly talented
individual on this planet.

So, I wanted to share this story with you because
it rings true for many of us.

Many of us are humiliated by our friends,
family and sometimes
(albeit, this is the first time it’s ever happened to me)
by our mentors whom we have put our trust in
explicitly.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel my friend
and you are that light.  YOU have everything
inside you that you need to succeed and success
is already IN YOU.

Believe in yourself, believe in what you’re doing,
believe in creating a life by design and for God’s Sake

Do Not Ever Listen to Anyone Ever Tell You Otherwise.

Peace, love and light from the heart,

Nicole Jolie

408 647 4406

Or Skype me at:  CoachNic

Also, email me at Nicole@HowToNetworkNow.com

 

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How to Put Out a Fire That’s Almost Out Of Control and Keep Your Head on Too

March 6, 2012 By 3 Comments
How to Put Out A Fire

The Kitchen Fire

Things in life just ‘happen to me’

I’m convinced

This is definitely one of those times and in this post I’m going to share the reasoning behind this though of mine.

This past weekend I put out my first fire that almost burnt down a house that’s not mine.  Now, just the sheer thought of burning down someone’s house is enough to make you sick to your stomach and get chills, but, when it really happens and you see the 3 foot flames rising up from the stove ready to take everything with them you realize how REAL fire is and how much you DON’T KNOW about what you DON’T KNOW.

I’ve watched the television shows, seen the movie BackDraft and have burned myself a couple of times on candles and the like, but I’ve never had to fight a fire and feel the blazing heat come at you full bore without anything to shield you from being burned from head to toe.   The feeling of helplessness is overbearing.

You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know

As I moved into panic mode in a matter of seconds, I kept screaming to my friend Benjamin, “How did this happen?” and repeating, “oh God, oh GOD, OH GOD!!”  Benjamin had his head on the entire time.  I left mine on the couch where my a** was sitting.  The best thing I did was get blankets and call 9-1-1.  Benjamin orchestrated me to calm down and get my head on straight as I ran through the house looking for anything we could use to smother the fire because water wasn’t going to work.  Here’s a caveat: don’t use water on a plastic fire, evidently it makes it worse.  Note to self.  Benjamin a pilot, accomplished astronomer and excellent chef knows a lot more than I knew.  You just don’t know what you don’t know.

Real FireWe managed to get the fire out before the fire department came to the rescue, but not before the fire almost took the entire kitchen and the rest of the house with it.  I thank Benjamin for his calm resolve and ability to put out a fire with his bare hands and a lot of towels!  I honestly wouldn’t know what I’d have done without him at my side.  Teamwork is all I can say to you.  Friends are the crux of my existence and I’m grateful to have some really freakin’ good one’s at my side.

What I learned about what I don’t know about what I don’t know

This fire brought out the most panic I’ve ever felt and the sickness I felt after having to tell the owners of the house, who were out of town, that their house almost burned down by a fire that was caused while I was there, was enough to make me want to vomit uncontrollably in the driveway.  Knowing full well this was a really freak accident that no one has yet to figure out how it happened, I feel like the black cloud is over my head 100% of the time right now.  But, I know that’s not true, because

Everything is in divine orderEverything is in Divine Order

My friend Benjamin said to me that we were the one’s who were there because we saved the house from being burned down to the ground.  He’s right.  This was a freak accident.  Really freaky.

So, as I lay myself down to sleep on Saturday night after being up almost 24 hours straight cleaning up, taking garbage and charred remains out of the house and into the garbage bags that numbered quite a few, I became very grateful I have the friends I do and they help me keep my head on straight because without them I would be lost in the fires of life that seem to protrude from odd places like rogue waves in the middle of the sea.

Let me know if you liked this post and what you found useful about it – make a comment below.

 

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A Yacht Like No Other

February 23, 2012 By Leave a Comment

yachting in the best of waysAdventures on the High Seas

Martinis at 5pm, dinner served at 6pm, a light aperatif at 7pm, retiring at 9pm after listening to light jazz and taking a moonlit walk around the bow.  Sounds romantic right?

The pictures paint a very sexy picture of yachting, boating, sailing, and adventuring.  White pants, cute little sundresses, and exotic ports of call.  All while on your boat is usually what comes to mind when I divulge that I lived on a boat. NOT!

I was born on a 26-foot whaler in Hawaii.  My mother still lives on a boat to this day – A 42ft John Alden.  Here’s a bit about him….

John G. Alden1884-1962 opened his design office in 1909. By 1932, he was known worldwide in part due to his “Malabar” design’s success on the offshore racing scene between 1923 and 1932. Best known for his fast and seaworthy offshore boats but he designed a broad range of exceptional boats and most of his designs have become true classics.

Sometimes It’s Not What It Seems

With the exception of the really cool animal life you get to see on a daily basis, the boat life is hard.  It sounds romantic, it sounds adventurous and it sounds like it would be ‘cool to live on a boat’.  But, actually, it’s not.  Especially if you don’t like change, or aren’t accustomed to having to deal with emergencies; most times those emergencies happen on a daily basis.

It’s kind of a hassle, a burden, and a real bummer when it rains.  Ask anyone who lives on a boat and they’ll tell you, (I’ll be the first to tell you) you’re constantly fixing something that broke, needs replacing, needs up-grading, needs this, or that, or has a problem with this or that.  It is a 24/7/365 job to own a boat.  ”The best day of a woman’s life is when she buys her boat and the best day of her life is when she sells it.”

It’s kind of like network marketing, here’s a great example….

The Junk That Sunk

I happened to live on a Junk (yes, in fact, it is the sinking one above that I had lived on).

A Chinese boat that was made for rivers, not for saltwater…here’s what Wikipedia defines a Junk as…(someone said to me, the most trusted source is wikipedia – I beg to differ, but found this an acceptable definition)

“…an ancient Chinese sailing vessel design still in use today. Junks were developed during the Han Dynasty (206 BC–220 AD) and were used as sea-going vessels as early as the 2nd century AD. They evolved in the later dynasties, and were used throughout Asia for extensive ocean voyages. They were found, and in lesser numbers are still found, throughout South-East Asia and India, but primarily in China, perhaps most famously in Hong Kong. Found more broadly today is a growing number of modern recreational junk-rigged sailboats.”

Anyway, this junk sunk.  Yep.  It sunk.  Right there in the Monterey Harbor at the end of the pier, the junk sunk.  No, I wasn’t on it.  Yes, I’m very happy to say I’d moved off the junk.

At the End of Your RopeThe Sinking Junk Analogy

So, here’s the funny part of this story.  The person who purchased the junk thought they would run a ‘hotel’ on the junk leasing out the junk for a premier rate.  ”sort of like the Sheraton” in Hong Kong, they said to me.

MMMmmmmm….really, I replied looking at them as though they may be smoking something that was hidden in the floor boards of the junk.

Well, long story short, the junk that sunk is no more than a floating dingy with the capability of handling a maximum load of about 250 lbs.

There is no way to sail this junk, there’s no motor, no heat, no generator, basically it’s just a wood shell with some really gawdy decorations inside to make it look good to the passers by.

There’s absolutely nothing to this junk that makes it utilitarian in any way shape or form, e.g., you can’t use it, You can’t sail it.  You can’t move it.  So, it looks good floating, but when you get on it, you’re hoping it doesn’t sink with the weight of more than 2 people that are very very skinny.

Here’s the analogy.  The person who purchased the junk didn’t want to put any more money into the junk to make it seaworthy, or inhabitable by the lowest of standards.  The idea was to make money on a loss that they’d sustained by purchasing the junk in the first place.

This is exactly how we look at the business of network marketing

The Initial Investment

“If I invest $50.00 I should be able to make at least a million on it!”, then,

I’m going to make money On $50.00 Bucks

“I invested my $50.00 bucks now where’s my million?!”

The Desperate Peddler

“Well, I invested $50.00 bucks and you should too because it’s a great product.  In fact, it’s the BEST product EVER on this planet.  The Hulk uses it.”

Don't Let Your Business SinkDisgruntled and Disoriented

“Forget it, it doesn’t work.  I invested $50.00 bucks a month and I got nothing back.  Don’t do it.  It’s a scam.”

Network marketing, attraction marketing, copywriting, sales funnels, ads, social media, and the like are all a learned skill.  I’ve been in this business full-time for almost 3 years and I can honestly say, that every day I learn a new skill.  I invest in my already thousands spent on my ‘education in network marketing’.  That will never change.

The business of owning a boat is the same as the business of network marketing.  A boat owner either has someone to take care of their boat on a regular basis, or they do it themselves.

Not all of us have the money….

Not all of us have the money to outsource our business that we’ve invested into so dearly.  Just like a boat owner, we either do it ourselves or let it sink.

Not all of us have the resources to trust a job to someone that we don’t even know how to do and then expect them to do it for our benefit.

Don’t Let Your Business SINK

Every day we have to put a bit more into our businesses to see them thrive.  We do whatever we believe is necessary.  Sometimes it’s not necessary and sometimes it’s a waste of our time.  There are times when we don’t know if we’re on the right path or if we’re falling off a cliff, but more often than not, we’re always on edge and looking for the next best thing to save us and our business from complete anihilation.  We are the next best thing.  Just take a look at yourself.

Don’t let your business sink into the abyss because you didn’t put in the time required to keep it going (e.g., you’re not training yourself on a daily basis).  There are no quick answers, BUT there are systems in place that you can definitely USE that will enable you to achieve great success if you FOLLOW THE SYSTEM to the T and use it every single day.

Vicki and I hosted a webinar on this last night and it’s in our back office as of tomorrow, Friday the 24th, to be viewed for a week.  Get over to the Internet Network Marketing Mentors page and watch the video HERE’S WHY:  You’ll learn a way to implement a SYSTEM that WORKS.  That’s been tested, tried and true and has the statistics behind it that says,

 ”I am a successful entrepreneur who makes money in my business!”

USE THE SYSTEM - stop recreating the wheel.  It’s been created.  Use it.  Use it to your advantage.  Take advantage of implementing a system that you don’t have to create!  How freakin’ cool is that?

Better than letting your business SINK?  HECK YA!!

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How to Attract a Power Partner: The Making of an Entrepreneur

February 20, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Are You Ready to Meet Your Mentor?Are you Ready to Meet Your Mentor?

I never had a mentor, but was seriously in need of meeting one.  I’ve had a lot of people tell me I ‘should’ do this and ‘should’ do that and wasn’t good enough to do this and not smart enough to do that.  But, I’d never had a mentor.

I learned by trial and error throughout my life.  Having quit school at the age of 13 and becoming legally emancipated from my mom I decided to move out and go to work full-time so I could make my own money and live on my own.  The principal of the school said to me,

“You’ll never amount to anything.  You’ll be a bum all your life and won’t be employable.”

When I received my degree I called the school just to see if she still worked there.  She did.

At 13, I was a stock girl at Nordstroms, I lied about my age, got pulled into HR, cried because I was embarrassed, kept my job and then found another job as a hostess at a restaurant.  I worked both jobs and enrolled into a little satellite community college school to learn how to be a secretary, take Gregg steno, type, and file.  Still not knowing the ins and outs of ‘how to’ connect with people I had a huge learning curve in front of me.  I took the bus over 2 hours to each job.  I learned how to communicate more effectively every day.  Still,

Are you Ready to Meet Your Mentor?I had no mentor.

I learned from all of my failures and my really big falls.  I got into Fordham University by taking an entrance exam that I had no way to study for in order to pass.  I had to write a very long essay.  I remember.  And it had to be grammatically correct.  I passed and got in.  I took my G.E.D. so that I could enroll and there I was a Political Science major at Fordham University.  I worked full-time.  I had 12 units per semester.

I had no mentor.  Instead,

At that time I had a boyfriend who was a lawyer.   I wanted to be a lawyer too.  I got a job as a professional salesperson for the New York Law Journal.

A Mentor Through Happenstance: No Excuses

July 2010:  I wasn’t ready for what this business threw at my face and pounded into my head.  I was only trying to grow the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th MLM business I had invested into because a well-known famous triathlete had suggested it to me.  He reached out and I was happy to oblige.  Great product.  Not such a great Team.  I had no idea how to market this product and worse yet, I had no idea how to grow a Team of my own.  Same problem I’d had with the 3 previous companies I’d joined.  It wasn’t the product, it was my lack of knowledge on how to market my product.  It has nothing to do with the product and everything to do with the salesperson.

Biking to NES in Vegas 50 miles each day and night just to listen to the best in the industry was the beginning of my mentorship. My mentor happened to meet me while walking through the breakout sessions one night while I had my bicycle, my cleats, my helmet, clad in my bike clothes and about $72.00 in my bank account.  I had no money, my ticket was free because an acquaintance had an extra.  I was thrilled to be there.  I was even more thrilled to get to MEET these amazing 6 and 7 figure earners – one of whom has become my mentor.

Watching the Making of a MillionaireAre you Ready to Meet Your Mentor?

A funny thing happened at that one of the breakout sessions.  I watched the making of a now 7 figure earner rise to the occasion with his mentor: Mark Hoverson.  His name is Adam Holland.  He was just coming into his own in this business and this was his debut.  His mentor, Mark Hoverson was more than proud of Adam’s accomplishments.  A mentor is what Adam really needed to breakthrough.  He got it.  The session was held in a very small room on a floor at the Venetian.  How did I get in?  I don’t know.  I just did.

Are you ready to meet your mentor?

Attracting that power partner into your life to help you grow your business, be a sounding board, listen to you, and more aptly have you listen to the wisdom they impart upon you is a daunting task to accomplish.  The proverb

‘the teacher will arrive when the student is ready’

is surely true and has a great strength in meaning.  Until you are truly ready to learn and listen your mentor, your power partner will not show up because you’re not emitting that energy YET.

I would have never met my mentor if it weren’t for attending a live event.  I truly believe that mentors don’t just arrive via Facebook and the internet.  There is something to be said about meeting people face to face, shaking their hands, giving a pat on the back, looking them in the eyes and listening to what they have to say about this business.  Your mentor is right there in front of you, you’ve just got to open your ears, close your lips, and listen.

Meet your Mentor HERE

 

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What do you know when you’re 18 years old?

February 12, 2012 By Leave a Comment

New York City in January 1985

It was January of 1985 and I moved to New York City. I was 17 years old and I traveled first from beautiful La Jolla, California up to San Francisco and then to New York City where I would live for the next 11 years.

At 17 I was stretching my wings and what a stretch it was.  $50.00 was all I had to my name.  No more money would be coming to me and I was a bit scared.  Living in a welfare hotel in the middle of winter (January) I had to find a job and QUICK.  I had no time to spare.

my first job in new york cityMy First Job in New York City

Fast forward 6 months through many a trial and tribulation and when I turned 18 years old I landed my first job at DLJ, a.k.a. the now defunct Donaldson Lufkin and Jenrette on the muni bond floor.

It was a thrill to be paid more than my age as a starting salary and the best part was that I got to dress up and wear nylons.  That was where all my money went!  Yes, Donna Karan Nylons.

My hours we long and arduous but I thrived on the thrill of being a part of what was just an ‘idea’ come to fruition and get sold on the open market as a money making vehicle.  The bond traders would say “Nic, you would make a great salesperson, get in on the ground and work your way up.”  I refused.  I was no slimy salesperson and I wouldn’t be someone no one liked.  At least that was my stuck up reference to sales people.

slimy sales peopleSlimy Sales People & Why Ego Caused me to Lose Out on An Opportunity of a LIFETIME

What I didn’t know would cause me to lose out on an opportunity of a lifetime.

Imagine what I could have accomplished had I taken my ego out of the equation.  Even at 18 years old I had a huge ego that said,

“I’m really not good enough, but believe in me because I need you to validate my insecruties.”

Being 18 is never easy, but less so when you’re on your own in the middle of one of the harshest climates both mentally, emotionally, and physically.  So my career in the securities industry starts and what a ride it was….

Fast forward 26 years.   SHRREEEEEEEAAAAAKKKKKK….!!!! What have I become?

A salesperson?  No!  It could be!  How could that have happened?

I sell every single day.

I sell myself to my clients.

They in turn, believe in me.

“We are all in sales whether we like it or not” was what I learned at a very early age.  And I really didn’t like it because I was told growing up that sales people were slimy.  Little did the people who were influencing me know that sales people are the highest paid on the planet!!

No, you can’t pick your family, but you can definitely pick your mentors; choose wisely and listen with intent.

Selling YourselfNew York City 1985

We have to sell ourselves, our products, our passions, our ideas, our love of something or someone.  At the very core of everything we are looking for validation of who we are and by identifiying who we are through others we inevitably sell ourselves and our products to those who resonate with us based on what we do, where we go, how we live, what we believe.

Obviously you subscribed to my information because you resonate with ME.

I’m going to share something with you that will resonate with you even more.  Join my MLSP Team here and learn how to sell your product(s).  Learn from the mentors who are making a lot more money than you could imagine!

 

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Happy New Year’s 2012: Drug Free

December 31, 2011 By 2 Comments

Withdrawal SymptomsThe Withdrawal

Tuesday, December 6th marked the last day of taking Effexor ER and the beginning of the withdrawal from H-E-L-L.  What I thought would be a daily bout of wicked nausea, brain zaps, and beyond Linda Blair projectile vomiting coupled with dizziness for at least 6 months turned out to last 17 days.  It was a long 17-days my friend and one I don’t recommend unless you truly want to battle with the deepest of deamons.

My roommate was fairly warned  on the 6th of December knowing full well this was the end of my drug taking days as I said to him, “I’m amazed at how well I’m handling this”, not even realizing what was in store for me for the next two weeks.  He dealt with this withdrawal as best as he knew how.  But the others who are close to me were in store for much more.

My business partner and best friend, Vicki Berry was one of these people who was an integral part of my recovery and as one would deem ‘coming back to normalcy’.  I must give thanks and deserved kudos to those people who were in the mix of my withdrawal and recovery effort.

The Addiction starts 7 years ago….The Withdrawal

I was on Effexor XR for almost 7 years and what I read about this drug was not complementary to my practices, on a daily basis, of health and wellness.  As a USAT Coach and NASM CPT I’m supposed to be the epitome of health and wellness and as I’ve come to realize the Effexor XR  was the antithesis of my daily practices.

I was amazed at my willingness to allow a drug to impact my life with such force that it contributed to my daily depression, loneliness, and mood swings which is counterintuitive of my daily practice with my athletes and personal training clients;  not a very good role-model if I do say so myself.

It’s amazing what you’ll do in your weakest mental moments.  When you don’t believe in yourself, when you doubt everything you stand for, and everything you’ve become.  When you don’t think you can do it, when you embody the fragility and vulnerability our society deems as weakness.

In my weakest of moments which were quite often as I was surrounded by consistent debilitating behavior I decided I needed to lower myself to the level of becoming an addict.  No, I didn’t think of it like that at the time, yet I realize what my decision created for me almost 7 years later.

Withdrawing from a drug that is supposedly non-addictive in composition has been quite a testament to my mental and physical capacity.

Pfizer Effexor XR AddictIs Effexor XR really Non-Addictive?

What I’ve found interesting is the commonality between the pharmacists, the doctors and Pfizer, the drug company responsible for this drug.  Across the board these experts recommend and advise  weaning yourself off this debilitating drug.  So my question is how is a drug classified as non-addictive when you have to wean yourself off the drug?

What classifies non-addiction in this day and age?

Let’s call a Spade a Spade

Here’s my take, and it may sound like I’m being a bit paranoid here, but let’s call a spade a spade:

The drug companies are the biggest lobbyist on Capitol Hill and they have made it impossible for any and all alternative medicine to be introduced to North America because if it weren’t for the drug companies the government wouldn’t be able to brain wash most of those people who can’t handle their lives on a daily basis.

The drugs pushed on the television, the billboards, the magazines, the internet, and a multitude of other means by which they reach all of us at our weakest moments are powerful and because we are a lazy society, we want our fix right now; we want immediate gratification.  The drugs provide this to us within minutes of taking them.

I needed a quick fix, a drug-induced dogma, if you will, and Effexor XR was there to reach out to me to let me know it would be able to alter my mental state of being while at my weakest moments.  It was my savior and as I found out, it was the biggest mistake I ever made with my health.Let's Call A Spade A Spade

When you’re on drugs you see things through a different lens.  The lens of the drug, not your lens.  Take that into consideration when you’re on any drugs.  Pain killers, muscle relaxers, aspirin, anti-inflammatories, and the like.  Your lens is not yours, it’s now the drug’s lens and you have no control over what and how you view the world because it is completely colored by the drug.

I know what this drug does because I know what I felt each and every day of having to withdrawal from not taking it.  I know what I went through on a daily basis, how I was incapacitated and what my body went through for 17 days while I had the brain zaps, the consistent nausea, the dizziness beyond anything I’d ever experienced, the dry mouth, and on goes the list.

What I wondered the entire time as I withdrew was how they could classify this as a non-addictive drug.

Honestly, I’m really fortunate to have the health and wellness I do because quite honestly I couldn’t imagine what I would have gone through if I’d been a heavy drinker, smoker or otherwise really out of shape.  I’m grateful I have the fortitude to know my body and have the common sense to keep my strength and health at the forefront of my every day activities.

Happy New Year's Nicole JolieDecember 31st, New Year’s Eve

Today is December 31st 2011 and I feel awesome. No lie.  I really feel great and I can’t believe how easy it is for me to be transparent with myself and others.   I’ve noticed a complete difference in my mood, my overall well-being and my energy levels.

So much for drugs that are supposed to help me cope; as I have been testimonial to, I believe I’m capable of coping very well on my own without the aid of drugs.

A drug that was supposed to enable me to ‘cope’ with my life debilitated me to the point of having nightmares on a regular basis, being laxidcazical, having extreme loneliness, depression and the like.  An anti-depressant supposed to ‘help’ only hindered and today as I write this, on New Year’s Eve 2011 I am not only proud of my ability to handle the 17 days of complete hell to overcome such an incredible withdrawal for someone who’s never taken or been addicted to drugs in her life.

Happy New Year's Nicole JolieHappy New Year’s Nicole Jolie

I’ve overcome many obstacles and I believe truly I am here on this planet to inspire others to take that step, to let it go, and trust yourself to the best of your capabilities to handle your life without the aid of a mood enhancing drug or a life altering drug or a drug that incapacitates you so that you start doubting everything you do in your life.

With this I say to you and everyone who completely doubts their ability to achieve; you cannot listen to the doubts, the negativity, the less than commentary.

Happy New Year’s Nicole Jolie and the many others who’ve overcome and continue to mark their excellence daily.

 

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I’m NOT an Addict!! It’s a Prescription!

December 12, 2011 By 10 Comments

“But actually, my drug addiction thing, I was so stubborn.” ~ Sir Elton John

“For the first time in history, a sizable and growing number of U.S. combat troops are taking daily doses of antidepressants to calm nerves strained by….” ~ Military.com

~~Note to the reader:  This is MY PERSONAL Journey, My Opinion, My Caveat, My Perception.  If you don’t like it, use your free Cheeto eating hand to touch that robotic control switch and get to a different damn channel and get off my blog  F-A-S-T!

 

effexor withdrawalWe live in a medicated society,

     but it’s ok, because everyone else is

          medicated too…

                la di da di da

 

I’m a content drug user going to the gym, Peet’s and Whole Foods, sipping my xangiao-lao-fao-something or another yao yao tea latte while taking my clients through a series of  TRX exercises.

I buy organic because I don’t want to be privy to the toxins the growers are putting in the soil in which my food is grown.  Toxicity equates to weakness and toxic pesticides weaken the structure of the fruit and vegetables I’m eating.

I watch what we eat.  I eat what I watch.  I try to leave dairy on the table, and cheat once in a while with that fried saturated Twinkie desert only to wake up every single damn day and on auto-pilot with the nagging thought  ’don’t forget your pill’ as I ingest a highly toxic compound that makes my life worth living.

     Follow me down the rabbit holeeffexor xr withdrawal

I too marched to the pharmaceutical company drum, “We can make it better if you take this pill… your life will be worth living.” I found myself repeating their mantra so scared shitless out of my mind that if I didn’t take my pill my pathetic homeless life as I knew it wasn’t going to be worth living.

As if I had so much to look forward to living in a car with two dogs and no money.  For pathetic souls like myself – the addicts Pfizer created – they would lend a hand and ‘give’ me my pills gratis.  How neighborly.

Kudos to Pfizer for creating another addict.   Well, at least I buy organic.

Negativity pervades the very structure of daily life….

          Thanks to the Pfizer Pimp Daddy Gods for my pills!

pfizer effexor withdrawal

We are consistently bombarded with negativity.  Every other word out of 99% of the population’s mouth is negative.

The news, the pundits, the experts, the celebrities and the like, all serenade us with the plight of the current terrible situation in every corner of the earth as they sport their well coiffed and manicured bodies spewing forth the banal vomit they have licked up from someone else’s wire.  That’s a nice visual.

Or just stand in line at Whole Foods – the organic, free-range, no toxic substance food store – and  listen to the well coiffed banal talking heads around you and you’ll hear them lament about what they had to ‘go through’ today.

It’s a plight, a travesty, a c-o-n spiracy.  All of us are desperate for an answer.

But, that pill I took that morning has helped me find peace of mind knowing that I can walk through my day on auto-pilot. Not to mention, I can feel like I belong because I’m shopping at Whole Foods – where the organic people go.*

*Don’t ask me how I afforded Whole Foods as a homeless person, some things just don’t make sense and that’s one of them. When you’re homeless you find ways to do things that make you feel comfortable and belong in this society.  

pfizer effexorI walk around half-sedated and on auto-pilot only to have nervous breakdowns about some stupid ass comment or some sad state of affairs.  Like that I’m homeless, have no money, have no future and I’m over 40.

I start screaming at myself and hate to look in the mirror because I don’t want to see the person who is such a failure a loser an unattractive ugly fat girl.  I blame my mom and everyone else and then come back to the mirror image of who I am; and as all addicts, I cough up in my semi-lucid state of mania “I hate myself.”

It’s no wonder people want to medicate – it’s enough to get out of bed and not be bombarded by the negative ‘vibes’, the caustic comments, the nasty rants, the less than happy campers surrounding us…It’s far worse when you hate yourself.

These are my thoughts as I gingerly walk down the street with my two dogs…

I think about the e-mail I received from some woman who unsubscribed from my e-mail blasts noting that she is being told by me to invest in herself and that she needs to watch her money.  Hence her unsubscription.

Her e-mail has since been deleted because her stupidity is her downfall and her lack of understanding that SHE IS HER BUSINESS obviously never pervaded her thought process.

I am not here to give her a F.R.E.E. education because she subscribed to a fucking e-mail list.  Get off my e-mail list lady, I don’t want your ENTITLEMENT attitude to pervade my system.  Seriously.  It’s your business you don’t want to invest in yourself, that’s your damn problem.

You blood sucking, lazy-ass, cheeto-eating, free-loading tick of a human being with your hand out waiting for someone else to pick up your mess.

   

 ”Effexor XR isn’t an addictive drug; you can go off it whenever you want.” ~ my doctor in 2007

Withdrawal from being an addict even though according to Pfizer

                   I’m officially not an “addict”…

effexor withdrawalI watch my step as I descend from said curb to the street – it’s a big step for me because my equilibrium has decided to take hiatus and Vertigo has now set in as my balance. My roller coaster ride hasn’t ended since this began last Wednesday the 7th of December.

My last ‘official’ Effexor XR pill was Tuesday December 6th @ approximately 8:30am.  It’s been almost a week without my pill.  It’s been almost a week of severe side effects and WITHDRAWAL like that of an addict.

But, I’m not an addict.

According to the drug maker, Pfizer, Effexor XR is not addictive.  Really Pfizer, have you tried to get off this shit?

  • Have you woken up to frightening brain zaps where your head literally feels like it’s been electrocuted only to vomit uncontrollably on yourself?
  • When you feel so ashamed because you can’t sleep one night without vommitting on your sheets, your bed, yourself.
  • I feel like Linda Blair looks, head spinning, vomit spewing forth, room spinning, voices and low groans coming from the depth of my diaphragm only to be ‘jolted’ again by a severe brain zap that has everything to do with the withdrawal of a drug that I’m NOT ADDICTED TO.  Are you fucking kidding me?
  • The nausea, dizziness, dry mouth, fits of uncontrollable crying, gasping for air because I can’t get it together enough to walk into a grocery store without wanting to cry.
  • How about the consistent feeling of abandonement, the scared and frightened feeling of waking up alone, lonely, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to talk to me let alone ask you a question like, “Hey how are you doing?”
  • Or that everyone is suspect.  The paranoia at its’ all time high having to deal with the feelings of being ‘good enough’ or feeling attractive or wanted.  Why the hell would you want to know how I’m doing anyway?

If you’re over 40 years old, single, never been married, have no family, and are friendless within the scope of having anyone around you that wants to deal with you, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

If you aren’t then this doesn’t apply to you and you’re probably on the wrong page – go watch Fox News and Rush Limbaugh you’re not ready for this reality show.

     brain zapsBrain Zaps; the withdrawal symptoms of Effexor XR

Today I’m on the phone with my partner in crime and BFF.  She’s also my invest in your business partner, my part-time shrink, and my sounding board on everything and anything related to network marketing and our lives as we’ve blithely danced the network marketing mambo to come to the arena we are now.

We exchange stories about our “why” we were attracted to network marketing in the first place and come to some parallel realizations.

Having been through a very similar situation as myself, she describes her wanting to connect.  Being alone and lonely is a battle no one wants to fight; the loss is beyond sustainable and when you make it out – if you make it out of that battle, you’re scathed, exhausted and beaten down.

We both agree that within network marketing we have somewhat filled a gap we each had individually to ‘connect’ to other like minded people who resonated with us to create and achieve a better life.

We wanted to be away from the 99.99% of the people out there who just don’t believe in themselves or anything other than Rush Limbaugh, Dick Cheney and Dr. Phil-I-Know-All.  Don’t get me started on the political scene, I’m still a recovering addict.

I give her some information on the brain zaps I’m experiencing constantly and how I’m surprised and even a bit proud of myself for my continued lucidity.  I am capable of maintaining a conversation without regurgitating some nonsensical rant all over her and tethering her to my rabbit hole of consciousness or lack thereof.

Note to self:  Don’t throw up on BFFeffexor

Brain zaps a.k.a., withdrawal symptoms from Effexor, are  like being tortured with whiplash and dizzy spells after you’ve had way too much to drink and are near alcohol poisoning.  I constantly feel like I’m recovering from a really terrible hangover which leads me to believe I will not be drinking anytime soon.

These brain zaps are beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and I get them constantly, they pervade thoughts, infiltrate your nervous system, and debilitate your being.

You can’t concentrate and if you try, you’ll be spending a good portion of your waking moments wondering what the hell you’re concentrating on.  But Pfizer says I’m not addicted.  Yeah right!

For a personal trainer and triathlete this is a big blow to my ego and to my physical and sensory perception.  I literally have to watch where I’m going to because I will trip and fall.  So, instead of looking down and then back up, I carry a flashlight with me if I have to go outside at night because it helps me to focus on where I’m going without looking down to see if I’m going to step on something and fall.  I find the flashlight an apropos analogy to every day life – albeit, I’d like to be able to walk without one.

No, I’m not an addict, but I sure as hell feel like one.

What Is Effexor?velafaxina

Effexor XR is an anti-depressant anti-anxiety drug.  It creates more seratonin in your system.  Basically, it makes you happy when you’re not,  and it is supposed to help you ‘deal’ with life.  It’s a fake drug based on a fake society of automatons.

This is going to sound paranoid, but here’s why I believe Effexor is on the market and widely distributed to us when we can’t deal with our lives.

It is good for those who want to take control over your mind and make you believe that what you’re feeling is not what you’re really feeling and you’ glide through your days on auto-pilot in quiet desperation not getting upset, not getting pissed off, basically not feeling your life.  I can tell you first hand, this is exactly what this drug does to people because I’m one of them.

It reminds me of The Stepford Wives.  A medicated society based on a government who’s biggest lobbyists are the drug companies who want to be able to ‘control’ the mindset of said society so that when they shove some big ass freak like Rush Limbaugh down their throat the society won’t throw up all over them and will inevitably bless said government for being so kind as to bring such a pariah to us who will help us see the light with their narcissistic , white supremacy views thereby voting for the next deliberate war we have against any country who won’t give us their natural reserves such as oil and gold.

   and why did I start taking it…..

Vegas, the bane of our society as a whole

addictionLong story short is that I started on this drug in 2007.  Working in the casino as a cocktail waitress I would leave work and get anxiety attacks about having to go back to work.  Knowing I couldn’t live without money I had to force myself to go to work.  I hated being in the smoke, the sickness, the disease, the ill-will, the constant entitlement attitude, the fat, the lazy, the seekers, the losers, and the disgusting arena that the casino is and always will represent to me.

I used to leave work and see the same person 12 hours later when I’d come back to work sitting in the same chair giving their ATM card to the manager of the casino to get them cash so they didn’t have to leave the machine because they were ‘on a roll’ and could ‘feel it’ it’s going to happen soon.

As they would defecate on themselves and be put in handcuffs and taken out of the casino they would scream and cry throwing fits, kicking the security guards as shit flew all around them, the stench far worse than a sewer.

I would watch people lose money they didn’t have.  I saw men haul off and beat the living shit out of the women they were fighting with and vice/versa.  There were women who would pick up bar stools and beat down the man they were with if they didn’t give them money to gamble.  9 times out of 10 those were hookers.  I served men who would throw their drinks at me if they were losing or they’d belittle me that I didn’t put enough alcohol in their drink and call me a stingy bitch.

Well, at least they got half of that right!

Most nights I felt humiliated and no better than a hooker walking around with a tray calling out ‘cocktails? cocktails?’

I would say I had clothes on, but I couldn’t actually call that costume ‘clothing’ it was more like a spandex loin cloth.

Many times there would be fights where people would literally beat each other so badly they would end up in the intensive care units of the hospital.  I’ve seen beer bottles smashed over heads and then the same bottle taken to the face of an unsuspecting dealer cutting their nose off their face.

I’ve seen people pissing on the feet of the dealers because they didn’t want to go to the bathroom and leave the table.

I’ve seen hookers get beaten by pimps, pimps get arrested by police.

And the lonely men looking for a one night stand who have had everything stolen from them because they believed some girl they met in the elevator really ‘liked’ them and they gave them the key to their room only to come back to an empty room with absolutely nothing left.

It was only a matter of time before I either became one of these people or was put in an insane asylum because I had to deal with them.  Effexor was the answer.

Addiction 101 Vegas Stylevegas

I would venture to say that everyone who works in Vegas is addicted to a prescription drug – now, that seems a bit harsh, but in reality it’s true.

I was involved with a gambling addict who was quite well versed in prescription drugs and gambling for that matter.

People move to Vegas for five reasons:  Money, Gambling, Drugs, Sex and Porn.  Whether you believe it or not, I don’t care.  I’m not here to argue with your morals or your personal interests.

Let’s just put it this way, you can go to any doctor with a grocery list of drugs you need and walk out with a script for anything and everything and a few more that you’ll need to counterbalance the others you’re taking within 15 minutes.

Even the doctors are addicted to drugs. Whether it’s growth hormone, plastic surgery, oxycontin, tramadol, pain killers, pain enhancers, anti-depressants like effexor or prozac, or euphoric pills.  Whatever your happy hour drug of choice isyou’ll get them in Vegas.

I have never worked in such a degrading, depressing, corrupt, nasty, rude, mean, and the list goes on -town such as Vegas. Which is probably why I really hate it when the network marketing conferences are held in that town; it’s an in and out deal for me – the sooner I can leave the better I am.

What is my take on anti-depressants?evil effexor

A lot different than my take on them 14 days ago.

Look, I was decidedly ‘hooked’ on Effexor.  In fact, I would tell everyone about my amazing friend, Effexor and how it enabled me to deal with my life.  Effexor was my credo, my dogma, my true hypothesis.  I was ‘hooked’ that Pfizer had made a winning drug and that this was the way of the world.  Everyone should be on this drug.  That was 14 days ago.

I had suffered through a  2 day withdrawal 4 years ago and since then wholeheartedly believed that I could never go off this drug because it was not feasible for me to keep my sanity and deal with my life without it.

Talk about dependence.  When you convince yourself that the drug you are using is not only the answer to all of your prayers but it will inevitably make your life better because you take it is a sad state of affairs.  That’s like finding the answer to your life through someone else.  In fact, it’s EXACTLY like that.  I found the answer to my sorrow, my fear, my loneliness, my life through this drug.

I don’t care if you take anti-depressants.  I don’t care what you take.  This isn’t about you.  This is about my journey in the last 6 days through what has been a living hell of nauseousness, sickness, vomiting, dizziness, brain zaps and that’s not all. It’s my journey through a rabbit hole of addiction based on a drug that is non-addictive.  It is my journey.  Not yours.

I’m one of millions of Effexor patients who are or were on this drug in its’ varying forms and degrees of potency.  I’m one of many people who have been told the drug isn’t addictive only to be lied to and find that my body cannot function normally without it.

My only advice to myself is each moment I must be aware of what I’m doing and where I am.  I must learn to cope without creating a drama fit for an off-Broadway production in New York City.

Strength?  I don’t care to hear “be strong Nic” that’s such a cliche and to me it’s something someone will say to me when they don’t know what else to say because they think they have to say something.

You don’t have to say anything to a drug addict.  There’s nothing to say.  You just listen, learn and move on with your life. Just like I have learned to do.

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