I was born and raised in Michigan and my husband grew up there since he was eleven. We started our business there together almost 15 years ago. Yes, as a matter of fact, we were ten when we started the business. We moved ourselves and our business to Chicagoland 12 years ago, however, we still travel back to Michigan once or twice a year for meetings and conventions. Often when we go back it causes us to reminisce about lots of things. This trip back had me thinking about the beginning of our business. We were young and excited, but didn't have the world's largest market. Therefore, we could not afford to be picky about any referrals or appointments that came our way. Thus, some very interesting situations to be sure. There were houses that were clearly inhabited by hoarders as there were newspapers piled from floor to ceiling. The only way to get anywhere in the house was through a maze like "hallway" created by the piles and piles of newspapers. The one that sticks out in my mind by far, however, was the one where I was forced to stay professional while confronting one of my biggest phobias.
We were all gathered in the family room around the coffee table ready to start our presentation when I noticed something crawling out of the corner of my eye. It was a roach. I think I have mentioned before that I am terrified of roaches. After a few more moments I realized that my one little friend was not alone. This particular home was infested with the lovely little things. (I use the term little loosely) I truly giving myself the heebie jeebies just writing this story and it happened 15 years ago! Anyway, I scooched to the very edge of the couch and kept my eye on all that I could see while still maintaining some semblance of eye contact and professionalism with the client. Thank God my husband and I did presentations together at that time so that while he was talking I could be ever more vigilant on my watch. It was the middle of winter with snow everywhere, but I think I probably lost about 5 pounds in nervous sweat. Needless to say, I was very relieved when that particular presentation came to its conclusion.
They say sometimes confronting your fears can help you overcome them. I am sure in many cases this is true, not so much this time. I am still terrified of roaches.
How about you? Have you ever been confronted with a phobia? How did you handle it, and did it help you get over it?