Why Hatha Yoga is Good for Beginners

Why Hatha Yoga is Good for Beginners

There are many different types of yoga out there and if you are new, all the different kinds can make you go cross-eyed! So where do you begin? In my opinion, the best yoga for beginners is Hatha Yoga.


The first reason why I believe Hatha Yoga is the best for beginners is that it focuses on posture. If you’re brand new to yoga, you probably don’t know a lot about the different forms that you do in yoga. Hatha Yoga focuses a lot on your posture in certain positions. You maintain the same position for a good number of counts before you move into the next position, which allows you to get a feel for the position before moving into the next.

The nice thing about having that extra time in the position means that you can play around. If it feels strange, you can roll your hips or tilt more to one side, or even lunge deeper. It’s all up to you and your body with what feels good as long as you maintain the basic shape of the position.


The second reason why I think Hatha Yoga is great for beginners is that it also focuses on breathing. One of the most important things in yoga is your breathing. It’s important to breathe in and breathe out during certain movements and at certain times to help ease into the positions naturally. The great thing about Hatha Yoga is that the instructors count the breaths or instruct when to breathe in and when to breathe out. Perfect for beginners.

Easy Positions:

The other reason why Hatha Yoga is great is that most of the positions are great for beginners. Downward facing dog, warrior poses, etc. those are all positions that anyone can do, even if they aren’t as flexible as the instructors. They are basic enough for anyone to do it, which is the perfect place for beginners to start. Over time, you learn new positions as well as become familiar with how your body should feel during each position.


Why I Took 3 Years off Before University

Why I Took 3 Years off Before University

Dreams as a Child

When I was a little girl, my biggest dream was to become a teacher. However, as I got a little older, my dream jobs changed like the seasons. I wanted to be a teacher, writer, actress, lawyer, vet, and the list goes on. When I entered high school, I was just as confused. I learned more about psychology and hair styling, which made me want to become a psychologist and hairstylist. What to choose?

Dreams in High School, Dashed

I didn’t have the best grades in high school, so I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to enter the university I wanted for what I wanted. I happened to talk to my teacher’s assistant who gladly gave me information about the university in my city. I was so disappointed at all the requirements that you needed to get into psychology, education, and veterinary studies that I gave up my dream. On top of that, I went to many casting and modelling calls and never got picked for anything, not even an extra.


Even by the time I graduated high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I was still sad that I couldn’t get into university with my marks (school never came easy to me and I had bad study habits), and I wanted to move out from my parents’ house to live on my own and experience life on my own. Without knowing what I wanted to do, I decided that I would just have to find a job to make some money until I could figure out what to do.

Second Job

I got my second job ever working at Hallmark. It was an easy job and I loved the couple that owned the store. I learned a lot about running a small business as well as responsibility. It was the first time that I had many responsibilities at my job. It was because of my manager that I learned how to count the float at the end of the night, make a deposit, organize the materials, keep track of what sold during the day, and open and close the store by myself. For an eighteen year old, it was a lot of responsibility, but I enjoyed every minute of it.

Moving Out

I eventually moved out of my parents’ house and moved to Vernon, B.C. It was in Vernon that I really learned the stress of becoming an adult at a young age. I was still eighteen years old and had been a very sheltered young girl because of my traumatic experiences when I was younger. (Read about My Journey Through PTSD, Anxiety, and Panic Attacks Pt 1). I didn’t know anything about the major responsibilities that would fall on my own shoulders without my parents.

First Job in a New Province

I started working at Staples and it was enjoyable, at first. However, I had some issues with some of the people that worked there as well as that came into the store. The environment was completely different from what I was used to at Hallmark, so it was really hard for me to adjust.

Living Situation

My living situation was hell. I was used to a clean house because my mom is very clean and organized. Imagine my surprise when I started living with my new roommates and couldn’t see the floor. The TV was on at all hours of the day and loud. It was nearly impossible for me to sleep, there were bugs crawling in through the window at night, the apartment was a complete mess. To top it all off, I also lived close to the sewage treatment plant, so it smelled disgusting every time I walked by.

Paying Bills

I not only had messy roommates, but I also had to pay bills for the first time in my life. I understood what it meant to save money because I had bills. I had to pay rent and buy my own groceries as well as buy things for the apartment that I needed. Working at Staples wasn’t enough since I couldn’t go to full time with them at the time and they were cutting back my hours. I needed more money, so I decided I needed to get another job.

Two Jobs

I worked with a girl that had a second job at an Italian restaurant. She told me all about the people she worked with and made it sound like so much fun, so I handed in a resume. Thanks to her putting in a good word for me, I got the job. I started working there a week later. It was at this job that I learned how to have patience and work quickly. I loved working there so much that I eventually quit my job at Staples and worked at the restaurant in the evenings. Eventually, I worked in the mornings for a while for a change and it was here that I discovered what I wanted to do.

My Birthday Present

Since I was working a lot and making decent money in tips, I decided to treat myself for my birthday a year later. I went to the local hair school there and pampered myself. It was there that I talked to the girl about how she liked being a stylist and what the school was like. I really enjoyed watching her cut my hair and the other girl doing my nails and that’s when I decided that I wanted to become a hairstylist.

Six Months Later…

I started at the same school in the fall with some other girls. We got all our necessities on the first day, including the huge book that we needed to study. Imagine my surprise when I learned that we would have to learn about parts of the body inside and out. We also had tests every week and they weren’t exactly easy. However, I wanted to be a stylist so badly that I immediately went home and studied my butt off. It was because of hair school that I learned how to study properly, and had the satisfaction of getting the highest marks in my group.

Opening Up

At hair school, I had to talk to my clients as well as the other students in the school. I was really shy in those days because of my past, but there were two girls in particular that I eventually opened up to. It was because of these two girls that I learned what it was like to have true friends and it was because of one girl in particular that I learned that it was okay to be myself, no matter what my own personality was actually like.


After I graduated, I moved back to Alberta to live with my parents. Hair school wasn’t cheap and I was still working my job after school. Living on my own was tough, and I missed home and my parents. I said goodbye to my new friends and headed back home. I found a job at a local salon and apprenticed. My hair styling license was for B.C so I had to do a test to get my red seal. I worked my butt off and had fun in the process. I had the nicest boss ever and learned so much from her when it came to hair and waxing.

Health Happens

Unfortunately, a few months after I received my red seal, my wrist started to hurt I went to the doctor and he told me that I had tendinitis. He also told me that it wasn’t going to get better but worse if I kept doing the same repetitive movements. I also developed the most painful headaches I have ever had, tension headaches. These health concerns had me stressed about what I was going to do with my future. It was because of my love for anime and Japan that I was talking to a client about it and he recommended teaching English in Japan. I had never thought of that before, but it sounded like a lot of fun!


I looked into what I needed to do in order to teach English in Japan. The best decision I ever made was taking two years off before university. Sure, I’m not a hairstylist anymore, but I’m still qualified to work in any province and I cut my own hair from time to time as well as my friends’ hair when they need it. Now, because they considered me an “adult” in my twenties, I could upgrade a second language, science, or math. Of course, I went for the second language, which was Japanese. Everything was working out in my favor; I was even able to transfer from the college I started out in to the university, my dream university!


After I started college, I quit my hair styling job and landed a job working for one of my clients. I cut his hair before and when I applied for the job, he pretty much hired me on the spot. I worked at that pharmacy for over three years and worked up from a cashier to a supervisor, I even helped out in the pharmacy from time to time as a “replacement tech.” That was a lot of fun because it gave me more hours and more experience in something different. I also trained in the Post Office, so I was able to cover their breaks in the evenings.

Work and School

I worked my butt off and saved every penny I made. I barely went out at all when I was in college or even in university for that matter. I was able to save enough money to pay for my college and university tuition as well as live comfortably off my own money when I moved out again. I worked a seasonal job at the Bay to make some more money and I saved that money to help with groceries, help with my sick dog, and pay rent. My study habits from hair school really  helped me out here. I was able to get top marks in Psychology because of my study habits. I was also able to graduate from university with a Bachelor Degree in English Literature and pass my Geology class. I also studied East Asian History, Japanese, and Music despite many tearful and stressful nights.


I had some bad experiences in university again that triggered my anxiety and panic attacks, and to make things worse, I developed PTSD because of something that happened in university. All of these bad experiences taught me a lot about myself and the people that I had chosen to surround myself with.I also finally opened my eyes and met the love of my life, although I didn’t know it at the time since he was only my best friend.


Things fell into place for me and I was really lucky. I think that taking a year or two off after high school is important for teenagers because they need to experience what life really is. Not only that, but as a teenager, you’re still trying to figure out who you are as a person. You have so much room for growth and it’s only when you are out in the real world that you can truly begin to understand things about yourself. You also have experiences that help shape your future.

I didn’t travel like most people, but I lived in a different part of Canada. It made me appreciate my parents even more, especially my mom. My mom and I always fought when I lived at home as a teenager. After I moved out, I realized  how much my parents did for me. We were able to build a much stronger relationship because of this as well.

What I Learned from University

There were many times that I felt like giving up. The desire to get a degree and move to Japan was strong enough that I fought the urge to quit. I kept moving forward even when certain people told me I would fail. I kept going just to prove them wrong. Coming from someone who usually gives up easily, this was a huge feat for me. All my experiences before and in university taught me so much about myself and other people. I feel like I finally know who I am. It took a long time, but I finally discovered who I really am. When it comes to work, I know what I want now. That’s all thanks to my experiences after university.

Wait, What about Japan?

That’s a long story that I might talk about at a later time! Stay tuned!


Vanishing Cream

The Pros and Cons of Lush’s Vanishing Cream

I decided a long time ago to start implementing organic products into my beauty regime, and I started with my cleansers and face creams. I buy most of my beauty routine items from Lush and one of the facial moisturizers that I’ve been using is Vanishing Cream.

It’s hard to find a cream that you love without spending a lot of money to find the perfect fit for you skin. The nice thing about Lush is that, if you don’t like the product, you can return it.


  • Smells Great
  • Lightweight
  • For oily or blemish prone skin
  • Contains lavender, which helps me relax at night
  • Hydrating
  • Vegetarian formula
  • Disappears into skin after applied
  • Has rosewater and witch hazel


  • Greasy feeling next day
  • Not moisturizing enough for winter
  • Not hydrating enough for particular dry places
  • Watery
  • Nothing like Gorgeous at all!
  • Doesn’t tighten pores like it claims.
  • Not supposed to leave skin feeling greasy.
  • A bit expensive ($44.95 CAD).
  • No noticeable results, just a greasy face.
Smells Great, Lightweight, Contains Lavender

I bought this over a year ago and I decided to continue using it mainly because it is lightweight and a good one to use for summer. It also contains lavender, which helps me relax at night, which is when I use this moisturizer.


Originally, I was going to buy Gorgeous. I had a sample of it and my skin absolutely LOVED it. It was perfect in every single way. I went to Lush, took the pot to the cashier and when she told me the total, I nearly had a heart attack. I had no idea that the product was $87.95 CAD! I wasn’t going to spend that much on a face cream no matter how much my skin loved it! I can’t afford to buy something that expensive even though it lasts a long time!

Supposed to be a “Cheaper Alternative to Gorgeous”

The girl recommended Vanishing Cream and claimed that it was exactly like Gorgeous, but a cheaper version of it. Well, sorry sweetie, but that was an outright lie. Where Gorgeous has a perfect consistency, Vanishing Cream is watery. Gorgeous smelled good enough to eat, but Vanishing Cream doesn’t smell as delicious. Vanishing Cream smells like lavender, which is great for me, but some people don’t prefer it. Gorgeous also disappeared easily into the skin and didn’t leave my face overly greasy in the morning, but Vanishing Cream does.

For People with Problematic Skin, or is It?

The other thing that really ticks me off about this cream is that it’s misleading! It’s supposed to be for people that have greasy, problematic skin and it disappears into the skin after application. However, the next morning I wake up with my skin feeling super greasy, as it does with most Lush lotions.

Hydrating Enough (for the Summer)

It also isn’t as moisturizing as I’d like because it’s so watery. I have really dry skin in the winter, and this doesn’t do the trick for me. During the summer, I find that this lotion is hydrating enough without clogging my pores.

Would I Recommend It?

Yes. I highly recommend getting a sample from your local Lush store because you never know if your skin is going to love it. My skin may not love it, but your skin might. Everyone’s skin is different and it involves a lot of trial and error to find the perfect cream for your skin.

How I Overcame PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks

How I Overcame PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks Pt. 2

Welcome to part two! If you haven’t read My Journey through PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks Pt. 1 yet, I highly recommend that you do!

How did I overcome my fear? Well, here’s how I overcame my PTSD, panic, and anxiety atacks:

  1. Address the problem.

What was it exactly that triggered my attacks? It was simple: any contact from a man, even a hug.

  1. Figure out if it is a particular trigger or general.

In my case, it was general. My trigger applied to ALL men, including the ones that I had eventually learned I could trust and who were helping me.

  1. Start slow and work through the fear.

This only worked when I was with someone I already trusted. Had I tried this on a complete stranger, I probably would have given up and went back to square one, or given up all together. I had to endure sitting next to my friends. While this is enjoyable for some people, for me it was hell. By sitting NEXT to them, I mean with their leg touching mine, or reaching over me for something. It was torture and it took a long time before we could move onto the next phase.

  1. Once you have accomplished one small feat, move onto the next.

The next was getting comfortable with touch. That meant hugs. A lot of tears were involved in this phase because of my anxiety and panic. My entire body would shake uncontrollably, even though I was with men that I actually trusted.

  1. Self-Talk Yourself Through the Anxiety and Panic.

I had to work through on my own once I had another boyfriend. His hugs and his kisses and his patience with me. Luckily, I had someone who already knew my situation and was very patient with me. One touch on my arm sent me into a fit of shaking, heart racing, and palms sweating. I had to tell myself over and over in my head that he wasn’t going to hurt me, that he wasn’t like other guys, and that I knew I could trust him. He was my best friend after all, and still is! Working up to a kiss was almost next to impossible, so that didn’t come right away. Eventually, with a lot of practice of hugs and some kisses, I was able to relax.

  1. Work through the second reason of anxiety and panic attacks: speaking to strangers/in front of people.

I got a job with a great company where I taught children things that I didn’t know anything about. Thankfully, we received training and I got to work with one of my best friends. Since he was there with me, I was able to relax and be myself—even if it was only a little bit. I was still awkward as heck and said and did all the wrong things, but eventually, I learned. I worked through my fear and even worked the same job the following year after I had finally graduated from university. I had such a great time with the kids and it was around this time that I began looking for a job in Japan.

  1. The next thing was taking a course to teach adults.

I took a course called CELTA so I could teach in Japan. I had to meet new people and get up in front of adults instead of children, who are less forgiving than children. It was the biggest challenge I had to face by myself. It was a course that lasted a month and every time I got up to teach, I was shaking and scared out of my mind. I had mini-panic attacks while I was in the middle of teaching all the time, but my acting came handy. I just pretended that I was acting and my fellow teachers were the audience while my students were other actors and we were improvising. It got me through the course.

  1. Getting a REAL job as a teacher.

While I didn’t go to Japan, I still managed to find a job here and I’m still working there. My first few months, I was just a sub and I’d have a mini-panic attack every time I’d go into a new class. A few months later, I had my own class and had a mini-melt down the night before as well as the morning of the class. However, I had amazing students and because of their patience and love I learned that it wasn’t so bad. Over time, I stopped having panic/anxiety attacks and I eventually opened up to a couple of my coworkers.

  1. Look back on what you have accomplished.

It’s been years since I had a panic/anxiety attack over a man or talking to a stranger. Now, I do it all the time because of my job as a consultant and teacher. I used to get anxiety attacks over confrontations, but now I can initiate the confrontation without any problems. My true personality is no longer hidden and my students and coworkers now see the real me, but it took a long time for me to get there. It wasn’t easy and there were many times I felt like giving up, but I didn’t.

Why didn’t I give up? Because my desire to overcome my fear and become strong was so great that I did whatever possible. Even if that meant going through all the horrible memories of what I had been through to get to where I am today. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fun, it was pure hell. But now I’m no longer that meek girl anymore, I’m a strong woman with a fire burning in my heart. That fire is my determination, which has gotten me this far.

What is my determination? My determination to succeed in my dreams and goals in life. I can’t succeed if I give up or let my past drag me down. My past is my past, and my future is ahead, not behind me. I don’t look back anymore. I might look around me at the present, but I keep myself focused on my goals on the future, even when life slams me into a well and makes me stumble or fall. I pick myself up, dust myself off, and keep going. That’s what it means to be strong, to be brave: to keep going even in the face of adversity.


I do not claim that these methods will work for everyone as everyone is different. I also am not a doctor, psychologist, or psychiatrist. I am sharing my personal experience and how I overcame my own PTSD, panic attacks, and anxiety disorders on my own.

My Journey through PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks Pt. 1

My Journey through PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks Pt. 1

This post is very personal and something that not a lot of people know about me. I suffered from anxiety and panic attacks. This all goes back to my kindergarten years at a Catholic school in a very small town where I was the only ethnic child in my town. As a result, a lot of people picked on me because I looked different.

Who I was Then 

Before I started kindergarten, I was outgoing and always making up stories in my head and acting them out for my parents. I had a lot of fun talking to people and making new friends, but that all changed when I started kindergarten. There was one kid in particular that picked on me and he was relentless. I looked forward to the day that I could start grade one and not have to worry about him picking on me. Boy, was I wrong. If I thought he was bad, I was in for a rude awakening.

Who I Became

From grade one until grade eight I was harassed daily. The girls were physical and the boys were verbal, so life became a living hell and I wished that I didn’t exist. I stood up for myself a couple of times, but all that got me was into huge trouble with my teacher and a trip to the principal whom told my mom that my best option was to leave the school. Guess what the teacher said? It was my fault and that I was lying about the girls and boys picking on me and that I was the one picking on them. Wow.

Around grade 6 or 7, I had a math teacher that was also the assistant principal. I had never understood math, so I asked her for help and stayed after class to get help from her. However, when it came time for teacher parent interviews, when my mom asked her why I wasn’t doing well in her class she said “Oh, I didn’t know your daughter spoke English.”

That was the turning point. My parents knew that something was going on with me, but I started to withdraw into myself more and more. I had developed insomnia because I was afraid to sleep. When I finally fell asleep, I had nightmares about what happened to me at school. Needless to say, I was a zombie in the morning and over the years I had learned to stay quiet. Why would I stand up for myself if my teachers would just take their side?

Life with Anorexia 

Finally, in grade eight I begged my parents to let me switch schools. I heard that the high school near our house had an amazing stage for Drama class and since Drama was the only time I could escape reality, I wanted to go to that school. They agreed and in the summer, I developed an eating disorder.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, all I heard was the kids calling me fat and ugly. Slowly, I began to eat less and less, until I was only eating two bites of breakfast and walking on the treadmill for two hours every day. I started out at around 118 pounds (I’m five feet) and went down to 80 pounds. Even at 80 pounds, I still thought I was fat. I continued eating barely anything and throwing out the lunch my mom made me, or I gave it to someone else. I still cut myself, cried myself to sleep every night, and still dreaded going to school even though everyone at the public school left me alone.

Drama class was the only place I could be someone else and immerse myself into my acting. I even joined the drama club after school and auditioned for two plays. The first play I was ever in I played a woman that had a lot of confidence. The second play I was in, I was a girl that was exceptionally organized and liked to give orders. Over time, my Drama classes and club taught me how to act confident, even though I wasn’t.

From Bad to Worse

Fast forward a bit to the first boyfriend I ever had where I noticed I had panic attacks. I couldn’t be myself and I was so scared of being myself around him. After that relationship ended, I went into another bad relationship that messed me up big time. From there, my relationships all were one bad one after the other, resulting in some serious trust issues and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

I won’t give you the details of what happened, since it was a mixture of things, but what I can tell you is that when I started college, I had a huge problem. I wouldn’t talk to anyone in my classes unless I absolutely had to and when the teacher called on me in class, I would have a panic attack. Anytime I needed to talk to someone I didn’t know, I had a panic attack. Anytime I had to speak in class, I had a panic attack. Life was stressful and hard in college. I wasn’t there to make friends, I was there to study Japanese and get a degree so I could GTFO of here and live in Japan. A place I feel a huge connection to and where I thought I could make a new beginning.

My Japanese classes involved me making skits and going up to the front of the class to present. Of course, I had panic attacks and forgot everything, but it was easier when I had a partner with me. My Japanese class forced me to talk to another person in my class, so by the end of my second year at college, I had gotten over my anxiety.

In 2010, I finally transferred to University and all hell broke loose. I got into the worst relationship ever. We fought all the time and he called me stupid, among other things. He even made me pick between him and my dog. The relationship finally ended, but I was worse off than ever. My PTSD was in full swing as well as my panic attacks and anxiety attacks.

Of course, I was still taking Japanese courses, so I had to talk to other people there, but I only did during class. I never spoke to anyone outside of class. That was, until I met one of my first friends in University and we are still friends to this day.

Finally, My Life Began to Change

I decided that I had had enough of being by myself and trying to navigate my life on my own. My TA in Japanese class mentioned a Japanese Conversation Club and even though I had a panic attack approaching him, I managed to ask him for more information. However, the first time I went, I went to the wrong classroom. I felt embarrassed and didn’t bother trying again, not until the next semester when I ran into someone that I had taken my Japanese classes with in college. It was through her that I met and made some other friends and she showed me where the Japanese club was.

After my first visit to the club and having a huge panic attack, I slowly met people and got introduced to more people. I wanted to speak Japanese so badly that eventually, I stopped having panic attacks. However, they came back every time I had a confrontation with my boyfriend at the time. Another crappy relationship that ended with me withdrawing into myself for a while and doing a bunch of stupid, which made me lose even more weight.

I started going out more and drinking more. Whenever I drank, I forgot my problems and talked openly to people for once. I was able to have conversations with people in English and in Japanese without having a panic or anxiety attack. It was great. That’s when one of my close friends learned that I had PTSD and tried his best to help me.

It was because of this friend and other friends that I eventually got over my PTSD. It was hard and I wanted to give up, but I kept going because I wanted to be free. I wanted to stop being so scared all the time, especially since I wanted to teach English in Japan.

Ready to read How I Overcame PTSD, Panic, and Anxiety Attacks Part Two?


Inspirational Post for Women

I wrote a post about my Scentsy business and took a photo of my beloved planner. Well, the day after I took that picture, I left my bag on the train and my planner was in there. My planner wasn’t the only valuable item in my bag, there were many other things in there that had sentimental value (and high dollar value). I don’t want to get into the details about what happened mainly because it’s the past and I can’t change what happened. I’m the type of person that tends to dwell on past things, hold grudges, and think about all the negative outcomes before I even consider the positive outcomes. That’s my personality, which I think was strongly shaped by my past, but that’s another post for another day.

Since yesterday was International Women’s Day, I decided that it was time to post about myself in hopes of finding like-minded women out there. This year, I decided that I was going to do my best to promote both of my businesses and get myself out there as a writer. I’ve been keeping my writing to myself forever and only managed to share my stories with three friends over the last four years. Since January, things have been looking up mainly because I set a goal for myself which I believe is attainable. I won’t lie and say that it’s been easy, there are times when I’m completely exhausted and ready to throw in the towel, but I don’t. Why not? You may ask. The reason is simple. I’m stubborn as hell and when there’s something that I really want, I go for it.

It’s funny how things in life can be going up this kind of escalator, where things are finally going in the direction that you hoped. Then all of a sudden, something happens and rips the rug from under you, causing you to stumble and even fall. There are a lot of things that I have been through in life and losing a bag isn’t the worst, not even with the things that hold sentimental value in it. There are women who suffer and who have suffered far worse things than I have and still get up and move forward.

What is it that gives some women the strength to stand back up and some to cower and run away? Is it experience? Is it personality? Honestly, I believe the answer lies within ourselves, buried deep within our hearts. Do you know what I’m talking about? Can you feel what I’m referring to?

It’s not the first time that the universe has thrown something nasty my way and watched how I dealt with it and it won’t be the last. If there’s one thing I have learned from all my bad experiences in my past it’s this: life goes on even when we feel like we’re at a standstill. When we feel like we are at our strongest or at our best, life will always throw something at us that might knock us down because it wants a reaction (or to make us stronger). Well, some women give up and run off while others continue to dust themselves off and try again.

So what is it about women like us that just don’t give up? The answer is simple. It’s the will, the desire, the passion we feel burning in our hearts and our soul that allows us to sit up, bandage our wounds, and push ourselves up again regardless of how much pain we’re in. There’s something so deep within us that keeps us motivated, whatever that thing is. For a lot of women, it’s their children or their families. I don’t have my own children, so it’s different for me. What keeps me moving forward in the face of adversity? It’s my desire, my dream, my passion to do what I love most: writing, reading, and selling Scentsy.

If I’m not figure skating, I’m writing or reading. These are the three passions that I’ve had since I was a child. Sure, I gave up on figure skating when I was a kid, but I picked it up again despite my age and being the oldest in my class. I don’t care how old I am. Figure skating is the only thing besides writing that relieves my stress the second I step out on the ice. Writing also relieves stress the moment I pour my heart out into my story or a blog post like this one. These are the passions I’ve had for as long as I can remember. They are etched so deeply into my heart that not doing them makes me feel disconnected from myself.

As for Scentsy, that’s something I picked up last year. However, there’s just something special about Scentsy that’s not only in the products, but in the family I have made with my sponsor, my director, and everyone in our group. The support there, the passion, and all the women (and men) that come together to share our passion of Scentsy is incredible. It’s something I never imagined existed or even dreamed about before. Being a teacher and Independent Scentsy Consultant have taught me how to be outgoing when I need to be and they have also shown me that by being outgoing, I can achieve my dreams with some hard work.

If you know me personally, you know that I am highly introverted. Being extroverted takes 98% of my energy, but when it comes to working towards my dreams, it’s worth it. Of course my dreams aren’t going to happen overnight, so I have to put a lot of effort and time into my businesses to make them work. Sure, it’s been really hard and slow, but I’d rather take my time doing it right than not giving it the time and attention it needs. That passion is burning strong within me and keeps me going even when things are rough.

What if you’re not one of the women that can get up right away? You just need to do one thing: find what you’re deepest desire or passion is. Is it your family, your children, your business, or is there something else that you desire? Once you find that, you need to think about what you need to do to achieve it.

I hope this post inspired you, or at least rekindled something within you to keep you reaching for your dreams. I also hope that this post helped empower some of you to become the strong women that I know you are.


8 Tips on Starting Your Scentsy Business on a Budget

  1. Sign up when the starter kit is around $69. The difference between the kits is that you get smaller testers instead of the full-sized ones. The contents inside vary, but usually you get: a warmer, one bar of wax, catalogues, order forms, a huge product list, showcase brochures, Labels, and a consultant guide.

  3. For the first 70 days you get a discount. You can find this discount in your workstation. Go to Scentsy Family Store and click the First 70 Days/Power Launch. I highly recommend buying the dual-ended mini-spatulas as they make a great hostess gift or gift to your new customers.

  5. See what the Scentsy Family store has first. Take a look around the store and familiarize yourself with what they have. Some of the things in the store are beneficial, like items to brand yourself. I usually check the “closeout” section first to see what they have on sale.

  7. The Dollar Store is your best friend. Honestly, the best place to go for everything else you need: little jewelry bags for samples, you can get pens here, clipboards, sticky notes, etc. I frequently get my sample bags here, gift bags for hostesses, some bows/ribbons to dress up the packaging for your customers, cellophane to wrap up things nicely, treat bags you can use at parties for gifts to guests, thank you cards, etc.

  9. Sign up for coupons at Michael’s. I get a lot of stuff from Michael’s as well, especially during sales like Boxing Week. I stocked up on bows that weren’t too Christmas looking so I can nicely wrap up my customer’s bags. Michael’s has a lot of great decorated plastic gift bags as well that I used for my very first parties (my launch basket party, and my first in-home party).

  11. Use the bar of wax that came in your kit to make samples. If you don’t have a mold or candy mold, you can make felt samples. Get some felt from the dollar store that are either in fun shapes or cut up some strips yourself. Put a couple cubes in your warmer and wait for it to melt, dip the felt inside and let it cool on some aluminum foil. Put them in your sample baggies and make sure to label them with your information (you can use the labels that came in your kit or make your own with Avery Labels  (Buy it here Amazon.ca).

  13. Give out as many samples as you can. I’m not good at talking to random strangers, so any time I eat at a restaurant, fill up with gas, get groceries, or go shopping, I always ask the server/clerk: “Do you like stuff that smells good?” If they say yes, I give them a sample and explain a bit about Scentsy. You can also fold up a product sheet and give them out with your samples. Visuals are important too! The worst they can say is “No.” That’s when I just say “That’s too bad” and move on. You already have to talk to them, so it’s not as uncomfortable.

  15. Get yourself a planner! This is important, especially if you want to do a lot of parties. I’ve only done one in home party and have done a fundraiser as well as done online parties/basket parties. You can get a planner from the dollar store, or get one from Michael’s. I bought mine at Michael’s for less than $12 and it comes with a full month layout and weekly slots and also bought some washi tape (50% off sale) and used it to decorate my planner.


I hope that you found these tips helpful! Please feel free to ask me questions in the comments, or by emailing me.