I hear a lot of stories about people discovering the magic of essential oils for the first time. They usually start off with an adorable mother of three talking about how their one weird friend always kept pushing oils on them, and after responding “hell no why would I need this plant juice voodoo?” a few times, they saw the light and never turned back.
That’s not my story. I’ve always been the weird friend pushing the plant juice voodoo.
I discovered essential oils around my late teens. I honestly don’t remember what first made me seek them out. I just know that I devoured every book I could find on the subject. The actual oils were hard to come by at the time, but they were literal magic to me.
I remember the little herb shop outside of Atlanta I was in when I finally got my hands on Frankincense oil for the first time. I snapped it up along with Myrrh, Cedar wood, and Rosewood. The lady who owned the shop told me she’d only ever seen shamans and healers purchase those oils. Little did she know that was probably the single best compliment she could have paid my geeked-out little ass.
In the beginning I made candles and lotions and skin masks and gifts for my friends. I learned what to diffuse or wear when I was stressed, when I needed sleep, or when I needed cheering up. It made me so happy to be able to make blends for people I loved, based on what they were going through at the time. The more I learned, the more impressed I was by the impact these tiny little bottles could have on mental and physical wellbeing.
Meanwhile, Young Living was on my radar, but there was something about the “MLM” aspect of it that kept me away. I grew up around companies like Amway and Mary Kay. Not saying anything bad about those companies, that’s just not what I wanted my life to look like. Even when I was desperately trying to figure out how to incorporate my love of herbs and oils and natural remedies into a career (Massage therapist? Aromatherapist? Acupuncturist? Herbalist? Etsy shop-girl extraordinaire?) I didn’t give the “business” of Young Living a second thought.
Until I finally gave in and tried their oils.
Hoo boy. Over the years I’ve tried a loooooot of different brands of oils. You name it, I’ve probably tried it. I haven’t been without a bottle of lavender on my bathroom counter in more than 15 years. But Young Living’s lavender? Game over. I was officially ruined for other brands.
All of this to say: Yeah, I geek out about this stuff. I’ve studied it for a while. And I’ll talk your ear off about it if you give me half a chance. But I’m not the norm. You don’t have to obsess in order to incorporate essential oils into your life in a meaningful way. When it comes down to it, the quality is all that matters. Whether you want to study the chemical compounds of every single oil, or you don’t care what makes the plant juice voodoo work as long as it works.
Either way, you can trust that the quality of these oils is beyond reproach. Using these little bottles of magic is a simple (and fun) way to take ownership of your family’s health and wellness. And if you have a question, there’s no shortage of people in this community who would be happy to walk you through it. I’m one of them.
Speaking of which: the amazing tribe I’ve discovered through this business? These ain’t no Avon ladies, y’all. What an amazing group of genuine, fierce, beautiful humans I get to walk this journey with. I can’t believe I waited this long.
If you’d like to hear a little more about why I’ve fallen in love with Young Living, click here.