In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
Hard work isn’t just about rolling up your sleeves and getting it done—it’s about pouring a piece of yourself into something that matters. I’ll be honest, some days it feels like my brain is doing cartwheels and my heart is hanging on for dear life. This past week I’ve been a little quieter because, well, work has been non-stop.
We’re planning a big adventure for April 2026—an 8-night Australia Wine Cruise aboard the Celebrity Edge, followed by a 10-night New Zealand land tour. And here’s the kicker: it’s not just a handful of travelers. This is a large group. Think dozens of flights, cabins, hotel rooms, transfers, excursions… all moving parts that need to click perfectly into place. It’s the kind of planning puzzle that can make even the most seasoned advisor want to hide under the desk with a cup of coffee and a prayer.
And here’s the part most people don’t see—this kind of project doesn’t pause our day-to-day. While we’re building this massive group journey, we’re still planning sunny Caribbean getaways, family vacations, Disney getaways, Hawaii escapes, and anniversary trips for our regular clients. The juggling act is real.
And yet, I wouldn’t trade it.
Because here’s the part that fills me up: I know the end result. I know that all the late nights, the checklists, the back-and-forths will lead to that moment when my clients are sitting on a balcony with a glass of Australian Shiraz, or standing in awe of New Zealand’s mountains, living a once-in-a-lifetime trip that started as just an idea in Tammy’s notebook.
That’s the reward. That’s the fulfillment.
Hard work feels worthwhile because it gives me purpose. It shows me what I’m capable of and it creates experiences for others that they’ll carry for the rest of their lives. It’s not always easy—but it’s always worth it. And at the end of the day, that’s why I love what I do.
If you’ve got a dream trip of your own—big or small—I’d love to help make it happen. After all, the hard work is on me, but the joy? That part is all yours.
XOXO, Jani

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