My (late) father was a bank robber. But I never used that as an excuse.
An interesting male role-model. Memories of Fathers Day in Long Bay Prison…as a little girl I looked on it as an adventure & a curiosity (why are they searching me for knives Mummy?). I never chose to focus on how his violent behaviour & who I was exposed to would impact me in a negative way. I never used this as an excuse to not succeed.
When I started in sales, I found it really hard to succeed. I made a lot of excuses. The economy. The state of world politics. The internet as a competitor. I became the expert self-sabotager. I was broke, frustrated and depressed.
It was a pretty dismal time for me, especially since I had left a high-flying, high-paying National HR role…to join a sales team. It was the most Peter-Pan job I could find. Selling Travel.
And I couldn’t even succeed at that! But it wasn’t my fault. It was the economy, the state of world politics and the internet as a competitor. And the fact that my company only provided 3 hours of sales training!
It wasn’t until I started taking responsibility for my success in selling travel that things started to turn around for me. There was lots I didn’t know and I needed to learn. Sales is anything but natural.
Ironically, it was a conversation with my Father that triggered this change in mindset.
I was visiting my Aunt (on my fathers side) in Bathurst and learned my father was only a 20min drive away in the next town – Blayney. I had spent a lot of my childhood playing with my cousins in Blayney and I have very fond memories of them. But there’s not much to Blayney and I really wasn’t that keen to visit Dad, but my Aunt was very insistent I should so…dutifully, I obeyed.
It was good to see him though. Mostly I choose to focus on what was good about him. Yes, there was good! (When he wasn’t a criminal) he was intensely charismatic and highly intelligent. We had wonderful, stimulating conversations and debates about life, the universe and everything. And he was very funny! Yup.
But also, very much a victim. What followed was a conversation about his life’s journey and the choices he made. Although he will tell you he didn’t have choices…it was growing up on the ‘wrong side of the tracks’ a violent father, a distant step-father…my mother. The System.
I walked away from that night disappointed for him. I got the distinct impression he wanted to explain/justify or excuse why he hadn’t ever ‘turned up’ for me. He wasn’t at my Wedding, my graduation, my first home, first broken heart….I never expected this from him mind, but I could tell he wanted to be understood.
But I just couldn’t. I didn’t. I don’t. I fundamentally and unshakably believe that we are masters of our own destiny. It’s not what happens to us, it’s how we respond to it. What we make it mean.
I haven’t ever shared this story publically before. I do so because sometimes we need a reminder on how to live our best life. He reminded me that night that I should take responsibility for EVERYTHING that happens in my life. The good, the bad, the ugly.
If it is to be, it is up to me.
I soon started to achieve significant results in sales, I worked hard at learning and applying myself. I was uncomfortable most of the time, but soon enough I started to get amazing results. It became easier and more fun, and now I have the best job in the world helping others achieve significant results for themselves.
I trust you are inspired to make reasons to succeed, not excuses to fail. If you feel inspired, you are welcome to reach out and share your personal story too, I’d love to hear from you (if I haven’t already).
To your success, my friend.
Sharon x










