Two years isn’t a very long time. On the other hand, the last two years have been a very, very long time. I know of few companies, big or small, or sellers that haven’t struggled over the last months. I’ve also noticed that a lot of us have become preoccupied with coming through this recession in one piece; some have even become sullen and fearful. I know a great many, me included, have become so focused on our business struggles and taking care of the opportunities that arise that we’ve lost sight of why we do what we do.
I can’t speak for others but I don’t do what I do simply for the money or because it’s what I know to do. I do what I do because I enjoy working with sellers and sales leaders, seeing them grow, seeing their businesses change, helping them increase their skills and changing their behaviors. I do it because I enjoy the change I see in them as they grow. I enjoy the positive impact I can have on them. I enjoy the opportunities I have to learn more about sales, management, human nature, marketing, and business, and to grow.
For the past months—heck, not months, it’s been two years since business started to dry up and eighteen months since business really crashed, so I guess I shouldn’t be talking about months but rather years—I’ve done nothing but focus and worry about work—where my next contract would come from; will I have to lower my rates; do I need to expand the areas that I specialize in; what else can I do to market; what new markets can I work into;, and a million other concerns. Talking to prospects, talking to other trainers and consultants, writing, developing training programs, experimenting with new social media, and a whir of other things consume my attention while working 16, 18, 20 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Lots of work.
A great deal of worry.
In the past, my dogs, Mr. B.J. and Ms. Chloe, have taught me a bit about selling. Recently they’ve taught me about what I, and many of the men and women I work with, have forgotten—why I do what I do.
Let me explain.
Whenever I go outside and leave the dogs inside, whether for two minutes, two hours, or two days, when I re-enter B.J. and Chloe are thrilled to see me. They jump up and down, B.J. sits up, Chloe jumps up on my leg until I get down on the floor where they greet me with kisses and whimpers.
When we fix their dinner every evening they’re in the kitchen watching. They sit quietly watching whichever one of us is making their dinner. They know exactly the steps necessary to fix their food and once we get to the point of heating their dinner up in the microwave, they begin dancing around and playing with each other in anticipation.
Each evening after dinner we take them for a walk. As with everything else, we have a routine. After I’ve eaten and move into the den they begin asking to go out. B.J. asks by sitting up, begging, and Chloe asks by getting up in my lap and pawing my hand. If this goes on for longer than they think it should, the begging and pawing becomes more insistent barks and whimpers. When I begin to get off the couch they know what’s coming and the excitement really begins. B.J. begins rolling on the floor and stretching. Chloe jumps up on the chair and stands on her back legs, her little arms pawing the air as she works to keep her balance. Once they get hooked to the leash they can barely contain themselves as they rush for the door.
Later comes treat time. It starts with B.J. begging and barking. He’ll sit up in a begging position and stay there for several minutes if he has to. Once he has my attention I’ll tell him to “show me what you want.” He and Chloe run to the laundry room where their treats are kept above the dryer. Both dance and jump around until the treat is in their mouth.
What does any of this have to do with anything?
Well, for me, a lot.
Mr. B.J. and Ms. Chloe’s day is full of what I’ve lost over the past couple of years—joy.
B.J. and Chloe find great joy in the smallest things. Their life isn’t consumed with what’s going to happen tomorrow. They don’t dwell on their problems and issues. They live life for today and are thrilled with the simplicity of living such as going for a walk, getting a treat, or just having Debbie or I come home.
Life isn’t perfect for them. They have their share of doggie problems. They’re not happy all of the time. They get on one another’s nerves on occasion; they don’t get all the treats they want; they don’t their way all of the time. But they don’t hold on to their problems and they bounce back quickly. They spend far more time seeking the good things in their life than dwelling on their problems.
I’m sorry to say that hasn’t been me for many months; seemingly forever. Worse, that hasn’t been a very large number of my associates, clients, prospects, and acquaintances.
It took my dogs to remind me that the economy and a tough business environment aren’t the determiners of my joy in life. I love what I do. I love working with sellers and sales leaders. My joy comes from what I do and from my family, friends, clients, prospects, and the great folks I work with, not from the accident of circumstances I find myself in.
If you’ve found like I did that the circumstances of the past couple of years have slowly drained the joy out of you, I encourage you to take a lesson from B.J. and Chloe—there’s more to life than tomorrow. Love what you do and drain the joy out of everything. As for me, I think I deserve a treat and a walk.