How Long Does It Take To Build a Business?

How Long Does It Take To Build a Business?

2016 04 02 Building a Business 002About as long as a piece of string!

You might not be able to read this article (Herald Sun 2/4/2016), however, the question was about the viability of quitting a job, and consulting back to the industry.

The answer basically is “don’t quit your day job”.

Work on and build your dream job in conjunction with your employment, but do not stop your employment until your own business has built to a steady income of $x00,000 p.a.

Businesses are not created, they are built – with hard work, persistence, determination… and time.

How much time? Until you are satisfied that it is a viable, on-going business, and has reached, or is well on the way to reaching your required level of income. The question is how old will you be when you are at this stage? And more to the point, how old will you be at that point if you have not created the additional income?!

A business is a matter of building Relationships. Without it you are a day-to-day salesman with no job security. In the business of Relationship Marketing and Communication, there is ample assistance and training available, and with technology advancing at such a rate, you have every chance and opportunity to be right on top of the game.

So what is the advice?… Start now, so that you can look forward to running your own ship, with substantial recurring income, in the not-to-distant future.

The sooner that you reach this point, the sooner you can create your own time, and have your own control of your life.

If, of course you are already at home, or do not have regular employment, the answer is definitely Now.

In the article, the person had a specific project in mind. If such does not apply to you, there are many companies with affiliate marketing arrangements which you can tap into, with all the necessary help and assistance readily available.

There will be disappointments, obstacles, and problems…but there is never an end until you say so.

Most of the successful Marketers have run with several products and companies jointly and individually. I call my business, my eShop, which features a range of products and companies.

Diversification is the “job security” that we build into our business.

I trust that you will find this helpful, and that you will build your piece of security.

With my best wishes (I don’t often wish “best luck”; the better you work, the luckier you get)

Message me at any time.

David Massey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Do You Spell “Fix”?

 

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbourhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please”, and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer; the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlour and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlour and held it to my ear.

“Information, please”, I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

“Information”.

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me”, I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.

I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger”, said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was.

She helped me with my maths.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice. “How do I spell fix?” I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialled my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle.

A different voice answered, “Information.”

I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?”

“Yes.” I answered.

“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.”

The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Lifting you on eagle’s wings… May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey… NOT a guided tour.

I loved this story and just had to pass it on. I hope you find it loveable too. Life is short; drink the good wine first.

David Massey

davidmassey500@gmail.com

 

 

If You Are Absent During My Struggle…”

 

I read this from Will Smith and thought Yeah! Yeah!

“Don’t expect…” Then I stopped and smacked myself about the chops, and came to my senses.

It is not your responsibility to ensure that I make it, or even help me, it’s up to me, and harboring thoughts like this is the most destructive thing that I / you can do.

In the words of Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich,

“Success requires no explanation, failure permits no alibis”

 

To allow yourself a thought like that, you are priming your sub-conscious mind to accept failure, and believe that it will happen. And once that is in your mind, it combines with every other negative thought that you have purposely or lazily allowed to build inside.

And you can be 100% sure that it will come true.

If you will follow the link below ( I could not make it an automatic transfer), get through the first section of gibberish and listen to the rest, and you will see how the opposite will also work 100% for you.

https://www.facebook.com/calebmaddix13/videos/991992744192446/

My brother, Bernard Massey played and coached elite Aussie Rules Football. One of his prime messages to his players, was that it is the easiest thing in the world, to come 2nd in a contest – to just miss the tackle, to just arrive a split second too late, to just miss the mark… You learn to disguise it well, and most of the crowd and perhaps your team will be saying that you tried hard all day. YOU will know very well that you did not make the required extra effort to make it to the contest and achieve the goal. At first you will know the truth, but after a while you will allow yourself to believe the lie.

As Caleb Maddix put it, you have to envisage and believe that you are good and capable, and at “it” now, and go forward and work accordingly to enhance your performance and standing.Step by step, you will make a difference and start to achieve your goals.

And fully understand that you will never do it entirely alone, but…if it is to be, it’s up to me.

With best wishes

DAVID MASSEY

Message me: davidmassey500@gmail.com

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