I hate Fake. Fake flavors like banana candy…. EWWWWW Fake cheese like in Kraft mac and cheese…. Yuck! Fake boobs….(I know…I know….but I thought it would be funny to say that!) And most of all… Fake marketing. Now just to be clear… I don’t hate ANY people. I LOVE people. But I hate fake words and actions that are designed to entice people to spend their hard earned money. I’ve been around a long time and I’ve seen a lot of things and I have always been able to tell truth from baloney in minutes. Tom…I’ll name that bullshit is 7 words! It started way back at the beginning of my career when I would travel to the monthly meetings for my company. Some speakers were so sincere and you could tell they truly cared and others were as fake as they come. No matter what was gong down they said the same exact thing to every single person. And while most of those people were fooled… I never was. And once I got behind closed doors at the after parties at events I learned that was DEAD ON. The same people I got the slimy vibe from were talking about all the “marks” and the “stupid idiots” that were the “suckers” that lined up for their get rich quick line of crap that they peddled. They would sit ad make fun of people and their dreams as they sucked every dime the people had to advance their greed based agendas. I HATE FAKE. I hate people that spit on the dreams of the new folks who show up each day looking for A WAY to change their lives. People who would take the last penny from a widow living on a fixed income without batting an eye. Those that will say that if you are “prosperity minded” you have to do things that just feel wrong to you You know why they feel wrong? BECAUSE THEY’RE WRONG! I hate fake. I hate manipulation. I hate the self righteous doubt inducing practices of those that portray their fake lifestyles and their fake happiness all to get into your purse. But you know what I love? I love America. I love the idea that you can start a small mom and pop and grow it to your heart’s desire. I love that you can develop a customer base…. Cater to their needs and earn a right living. I love that a stay at home mom like me could build a life that allowed me to raise my children and in time see the world while helping others do the same. I love that technology has freed us and given us a chance to live a life untethered. It’s real and it’s possible. So the next time your spidey sense is screaming FAKE… Trust it. It’s probably right. And the next time you are considering doing something that feels wrong… Ask yourself… Is there a way to do this that would feel RIGHT? Betcha there is. I DARED to question. I DARED to make my own way. I DARED to call out FAKE and walk away from it even when I thought they would shun me. (Some did) And you know what? I am all the stronger for it. Beholden to NO ONE. A ROCK unto myself. I watch so many people build themselves a “business” that turns in to a PRISON. Don’t let that be you. Trust yourself… Challenge yourself… And go get what is yours. And if I can be of any help… SHOUT. CashFlow Summer is coming soon. It might make. arela difference for you. Cause the one thing I can tell you i that I’M NOT FAKE…. I’m as real as they come baby… Boobs and all! <I know…I know!!!> <lol> Really I just do this stuff to amuse you…. But they are real. (Just for the record) Tell your friends! <giggles> Signed… Diane NOT FAKE Hochman and her REAL BOOBS! But hey….if you like fake ones or have fake ones…. More power to you! I just think any letter about Fake things has to include BOOBS. Everything is better with BOOBS… NO? |