I was a one-hit-wonder.

That’s what some said. I loved the profession that is Network Marketing. I was freaking good at what I did, too—all heart. The truth was, though, I was NOT a washed-up has been. I was a hurt, traumatized, broken-hearted human being.

My passion and love for the profession and all it had done for me was still a conviction that burned true. I had a couple of entirely false starts, but a wounded warrior is what I had become.

In the words of Ted Lasso, I had developed a case of the YIPS. I loved the game, but I had lost my mojo. So some pony up and ride onto the set of another show, and hats off to them.

I couldn’t seem to do that.

Options. Freedom. Security. Independence. These values were still very much a part of who I was. But, my ego was bruised, my pride was pierced, and my family needed income. So desperate, I applied to so many jobs.

Finally, I got one lead for a sales job in educational publishing from such a dear friend. After three...