Updated: Jul 25
When I got to the offices of Revolution Financial Management I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I was told I was going to a financial firm for a meeting. Why, I was going and what the point of the meeting was I wasn’t entirely certain. I had a suspicion that it was some kind of MLM, but I still wasn’t sure. Either way, I knew that I was in financial trouble, and that the people here might have at least some of the answers I needed to not only keep my dream alive, but to possibly take Hero’s Breath up a level. Taking a page from Dr. Jordan Peterson, at the very least, I figured these people knew some things that I didn’t, I was aware that knowledge was power, and I knew that I needed more of it.
The office wasn’t quite what I expected a financial firm to be. Besides four small offices against one side, and a modest bullpen of desks behind a half-wall, the room had an open floor layout. White boards and flat-screen TV’s mounted on the walls were elements of the office that I would have expected, but the small podium and stacked folding chairs were not. Neither were the loads of award plaques, trophies, banners, medals, and Xiposes (Macedonian swords) that lined the walls.
I didn’t get more than a few steps passed the door when a pretty, tiny brunette came out from around the half wall and introduced herself as the woman on the phone and greeted me rather warmly. A moment later the door furthest to the right opened and her husband Anthony emerged with a familiar face in tow. I had expected to see Dan, but instead saw Harrison, another Freemason I knew from a local lodge. Anthony told me that Harrison was in training and asked if I would mind him joining us. I did not mind at all, of course, and the three of us went into the office.
That room too would have been a standard broker’s office if not for even more awards and recognition lining the walls, as well as an absolute mess of personal development books that littered the room – on the shelves, desk, couch, and even the floor. One stood out among the rest: Dr. Peterson’s best-selling book, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos sat on the desk right in front of me, so I remarked on it. Anthony informed me that he was borrowing the office from their division head, Brian, who I was told was out frolicking with his family in the middle of a weekday (hell of a lifestyle, huh?). Anthony then told me that personal development was the main thrust of their business; that financial products (tax-free, recession-proof retirement, life insurance, estate planning, etc) was how their company made money, but helping people improve their life was their mission.
Okay. I felt like I was in the right place. So far, so good.
Anthony asked me about myself and so I told him about Hero’s Breath. Once I started talking about the power of symbols and the efficacy of motifs we started vibing on our mutual nerdiness for a little bit. Over the next ten minutes Anthony tried several times to stick to the “script” by utilizing some laminated presentation material, but quickly realized that I didn’t need to be sold on the value of owning a business, or the power of compounding interest, or the importance of knowing how little most people know about money; but when he showed me a picture of Robert Kiyosaki’s cash flow quadrant I immediately pointed it out, causing him to toss the presentation material on the floor and say, “Okay, I clearly don’t need this anymore!”
It was a funny moment, but that’s when things got real.
Anthony leaned forward, looked me in the eye and said, “What do you want? What’s the end goal for your company; your brand?”
“Easy. I want to usurp Tony Robbins as the household name in personal development.” I blurted.
“Why?” He asked, sternly.
I could see Harrison start to squirm in his seat next to me.
I paused before replying, “Because then I’ll know I’d have made a significant impact.”
“Why is that important to you?” he prodded.
I realized he was digging for something – something potentially painful. Was this what he did with everyone or just with me because I seemed to “get it”? In any case, I was familiar with pain and unafraid to expose myself, so I obliged and dug deep.
“Because,” I began, “I want to leave a legacy for my daughter that isn’t a lifetime of being saddled with debt in a shitty apartment shared with five other people.”
He released a sigh and sat back, “Okay…I can work with that.”
We smirked to each other. Harrison sighed.
“Okay, so what’s next?” I asked.
He explained the basic procedure for getting started, which included coming back on a weeknight to see the corporate overview, and getting a NYS life and health insurance license, which I would study for online, and that’s when I had to hit the brakes.
“Oh. Well the problem is I have to take continuing ed credits to keep my massage credentials current, and I have to do the same for my Pilates cert as well, and I've kind of left all of that to the last minute before everything expires. I just need some time to focus on that before I commit to this.”
“How long should that take?” he asked.
“A couple months. Let me just knock that off my plate and I’ll slide back around the early winter. Cool?” I replied.
Anthony smiled and shook my hand without missing a beat, “Sure. Just give us a call and we’ll take it from there.”
I thanked them for their time, said goodbye to Nicole and a couple of the other people that were sat in the bullpen, and left.
A couple of days later I received an email from the national Pilates board telling me that my grace period to obtain my continuing education credits had lapsed and my certification had officially expired. I was disappointed for a minute, but then I remembered that the national certification was nice to have, but not required to practice. I also recalled how easy the last round of massage CEU’s were to get, so I figured that I could study for the insurance exam, and keep my massage registration current without a problem. I promptly texted Nicole and got myself in to see the corporate overview for that coming Wednesday. The next day I returned to apply to work with the company and was quickly approved, thus starting my next great adventure!
For those wondering, no one ever said that the Refusal of the Call had to be a long stage, although most people spend their unhappy lives constantly hitting what Mel Robbins calls “the inner snooze button”, which keeps their lives unhappy. On the other hand, those of us that have already walked the hero’s journey are often a little faster on the uptake. As author and success speaker Andy Andrews says, “Successful people make their decisions quickly, and change their minds slowly. Failures make their decisions slowly, and change their minds quickly.” However, this stage does often link with the next Supernatural Aid/Meeting the Mentor.