Posts Tagged ‘drive’

Passion Comes from Pride


I woke this past Monday in better health, with an excitement about possibilities again…and I haven’t been to sleep since. This week has been an adrenaline-infused blitz of project development, research, statistics, file organization, design application and MY FAVORITE task: The Pitch. See, Friday was the deadline for my first large PR campaign, and while it was exhausting, stressful, tedious, and demanding to create a campaign surrounding the client’s unique communication issues and geographic challenges, it was also my comfort zone. The Pitch is my specialty, combining persuasion, creativity, instinct, a little theater and pure knowledge. It is fun. It is a challenge. And I am good at it.

Henry Ford is my father’s hero. An icon, Ford was a master at The Pitch. And his vision that “..with God in charge, everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about?” has brought me back from the land of fear and doubt, back to my vision. I did not panic or wonder where to begin. I did not fret over details or freak out as I put business tools into place for the first time (Quickbooks is an amazing product), screwed together my new office chair, or educated myself about state tax rates. And while I worked into the wee hours, only to “work” while I lie in bed restlessly, I felt driven and…well, happy.

While I continued to work on current client projects, I gradually noticed something really important. The industries my company represents are vastly different: a writer, a sports retailer, a non-profit, and a healthcare pitch. But two things united all these projects:

First, every time I blocked time to work on them, I got lost in the enjoyment of the individual project. No matter the subject matter or the tool I was using, I LOVE what I do and the endless creative direction of PR methods. My husband brought me food that I would otherwise be to focused to stop and consume, and I don’t have to make myself tend to any task. Yep, that WVU tuition will be a lot less difficult to pay back for the privilege of enjoying my profession!

The ability to be passionate about your work makes it feel more like play.

The ability to be passionate about your work makes it feel more like play.

Second, I love my clients. I realized, when I looked at the few initial professionals that I represimages (9)ent, that I work for outstanding people who do extraordinary work. I have (as scarce as it is in the beginning) a Quality Client List. This ignites the passion that drives my energy, sparks my creativity, and makes me want to promote them! It’s one thing to say in the beginning that I wish to represent only good people and businesses…but as I reflect on the pride that I have in my clients’ characters, I have become absolutely committed to establishing a mission to limit my client list to the kind of remarkable qualities that my current ones possess, even if it costs me campaigns in the future. I promote my clients, but they also reflect my company, their success is my success.

I am still taking one step forward and two steps back in terms of structure, certifications, and paperwork dilemmas, but the work is rewarding and moving forward of its own accord, just as my campaigns did in college. I got the big account, and I am feeling more secure every day. I already know I am great at what I do, it’s wonderful when someone buys into me as much as I believe in them!

Leigh Brill, Author and Kudzu Communications Klient

Leigh Brill, Author and Kudzu Communications Klient


…and Now the Fear

March 7, 1998

March 7, 1998

The anniversary of my wedding day is approaching this Thursday, March 7.  This huge commitment to each other, our children, our God, and our unlimited future has not for one day been unappreciated, or underestimated, though I recall my day as a bride as one I spent in calm happiness. I wasn’t what I would call a blushing bride…more of a confident one. I loved planning the wedding-every step of the way, but mostly I knew without a doubt that I was marrying the very best man in the world, so there was no nervous color change in my cheeks. In fact, I recall enjoying watching my bridal party go down the isle and ooh-ing and aah-ing over them so much, that when my dad took my hand to go I was startled that I even got to participate in such a grand event. Maybe I was grateful for my family and friends who came to witness, or maybe I was grateful that this wonderful man waited for me at the end, but I did not once falter, cry, or shake with insecurity. With that much intense confidence I strode into my biggest blessing, and by far greatest commitment.

Another Ring Day-WVU Class Ring Ceremony

Another Ring Day-WVU Class Ring Ceremony

And much the same, I entered ownership of my own business, only this time I already had my husband on my side. Calm and confident, my husband provides the support and I provide the work that I love to do.  I have focused on creativity,passion and the knowledge that I can surpass expectations. Until this weekend I did, anyway.

Nothing really happened, other than the hostile takeover of my lungs by the pathogenic intruders which left me weak and longing for that sick day my boss would not supply. Eventually the diagnosis of pneumonia popped up, and even though I mournfully postponed a business trip, I still worked through a medicated stupor and violent coughing fits until the antibiotics kicked in.

But, somehow, through the bacterial weakening of my system, my confidence also took a hit. I woke up Thursday morning in a state of sheer terror brought on by a singe thought that passed my radar: Can I really make this work?  Suddenly doubt creeped in every thought and action and shaky breath making me wonder what the heck I signed up for by starting my own business. Will I let my husband down after years of supporting me through college? Will I ever have a steady income? Will I ever be able to replace my aging car? Can I deliver what I know I can do so that others can believe in it too?

Every night has been sleepless since that one demon-thought cracked the surface. My seven-day work week includes 16 hour days filled with research, tech articles, small business advice, mentor-seeking, and financial anaylysis.  Wishing for a telescopic view to the 6 and 12 month marks, I try to predict success without the necessary building blocks that lead up to it.

Maybe that’s the problem, I am reaching for the future before I have attended to mpowerthe present. I am overworking a problem that has not yet presented itself. And I am facing the equivalent of a dieter’s plateau…the groundwork is laid, the process has started, now I want to see the needle move!

I found a great resource for every step of my journey into self-employment. It’s by far my favorite, as it covers every topic imaginable for the long road ahead…including staying sane on the trip. and

Now, if I could only know on exactly which day I will STOP feeling the fear…