I have been remiss in posting as frequently as I should, but it is with good reason. As I have heard many members say on these forums, "I'd rather be doing something than talking about doing something;" something is precisely what I have been doing.
Recently I have been focusing my attention (what remains after work and school) on my own business. It is still in its infancy, and I know enough from my research to know it is feasible. It is going well, but there is still
Sometimes, the best way to learn what to do is by an observance of a major example in what NOT to do. Today, I have been fortunate enough to have just such an experience. When I was 16, I worked with a man who ran a very successful (and franchised sandwhich) shop. The shop didn't open until 11 am, but invariably someone would approach and try the door around 10:45 and pull on it while we would be setting up for the day. Usually, John would walk over and let them in and ask them what they would
Since execution is the name of the game, that's what I have done. I am putting together the paperwork to file for and create my organization, secured the necessary assets for transfer to the company once formed, and am currently selecting my generals (A+ A's for those in the know.) The company I am forming will undoubtedly become an umbrella corporation (minus the zombies), as I have many opportunities available to me and I plan to segregate various operation in the future to manage risk and employ
I remember one of the hardest struggles about accepting the fastlane principles over the years was questions about my source of value. I knew that I couldn't make money for making money's sake, and I had seen enough foolish to believe so fail miserably in their pursuits (hell, at least they tried.) Rather I knew that I would have to bring something to the table that would fill a need, solve a problem, or satiate a consumer's desire. There, however, was the rub: I could never figure out a product/idea/system
I have been a student in the ways of successful people for years. It started with my grandfather when I was young. He would tell me stories of stocks and real estate, but nothing substantive. He taught me chess, poker, and blackjack in an attempt to get me to learn lessons of strategy, psychology and probability. While he was successful, I was impatient and didn't pay attention to him the way I should have. When I graduated high school we grew distant, and I didn't learn nearly as much as I