Think about this; in order for someone to learn from you (and more importantly, pay you for it), sometimes all you need is experience…
The only formal qualifications I have are as a pilot, but I don’t teach people to fly.
What I do have is over 20 years of hard earned, in the trenches business experience, and that’s what people pay me for.
I help them create a transformation in their life without them having put in all those years that I did.
So, I help fast-track people who want to startup an online business. And yet I don’t have a PhD or MBA.
Don’t get me wrong, qualifications are great but they’re nothing without experience.
If you are one step ahead of the person who wants to learn from you, then you have a viable product.
As long as you can deliver your subject in a clear fashion from which they can take action and get results, you have a viable product.
Now, here are those 3 things not to do when starting an online business:
1. Do NOT...
It was Winter Solstice yesterday; the shortest day and the longest night. To be honest, it was hard to comprehend…
Standing on the jetty gazing out over Gibraltar, North Africa and the Atlas Mountains, the stars seemed brighter than ever as the slight westerly breeze brought warmth across the Mediterranean.
The bleak mid-winter it was not.
It’s nearly 10 weeks since we arrived here in Southern Spain and we are still as grateful as we were on the day we arrived.
During that time though, along with the incredible experiences, I’ve also had my challenges in adapting to being self employed and getting my online business up and running.
What I’m coming to realise now is that things just don’t happen overnight. It takes time to build trust with a new audience.
I also have a lot to learn about Facebook’s Algorithms (I think that’s what they’re called), and why, when I create a post, it’s not shown to all and sundry on the platform.
I won the lottery.
No really, I did…
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t the EuroMillions or anything like that, but it was a good chunk of change.
When something like that happens, the first thing you think is; can this be real? Can I actually be that lucky?
Well I certainly was that day, and it felt amazing!
Sorry to tell you that we didn’t go out and buy a Lamborghini and a yacht.
Granted there were a few pairs of new shoes in the mix and the odd bottle of expensive champagne, but the rest went to paying off our mortgage.
Maybe, but on reflection, now that I’m building my own business, what I’ve realised is it’s all about playing the long game.
And now that we’re living in Spain, ‘long game’ has a WHOLE new meaning!
Sure I could have gone and blown the lot on the day I cashed in the ticket, but what I did then is now affording me what I do now.
Starting your own business is not a quick fix. It takes time,...
I’m in trouble with the boss again.
Last week I got shiny object syndrome and went off chasing ‘a great idea’ down the internet rabbit hole.
I’ll be honest, their marketing was pretty slick and the promises were great, but I really should know better.
It happens though when things get tough, we’re often distracted by those bright and shiny things over there that seem a bit easier than what we’re toiling on over here.
As I’m still very much finding my feet as a self-employed lady, I’m discovering that setting up a business has it’s challenges…
To begin with the money doesn’t come in every week like it did back in the j.o.b. - because this is a long game. And that brings its own pressures…
So maybe I need to cut myself a bit of slack for glancing at the road sign that says ‘Shortcut’.
One of Andy’s coaching sessions in The Disruptors Club is F.O.C.U.S. - which stands for Follow One...
Andy reckons I had Stockholm syndrome, that thing when hostages bond with their captors. He said my captor was my comfort zone.
He might just be right…
Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to leave my ‘zone’, that place I’d been for well over 13 years.
The thing this, I can still remember those hideous Monday mornings…
6am, the alarm clock screeching like nails down a blackboard.
It needn’t have bothered, I’d been awake since 3 anyway listening to the rain hammer off our bedroom window.
It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s wet and I want to be somewhere warm and sunny. I’m not talking about retirement, just somewhere that was a bit more palatable during the long winter months.
Hey ho, like a robot, I hit the ‘off’ button and run into the shower.
It’s still dark outside when I start the car and turn the heated seat to ‘tropical’ - the windscreen wipers having the...
I’ve been scared for 10 years…
Truth be known, it’s probably longer.
As my job slowly took its toll on my physical and mental health, I was in fear of the future.
What could I do? Where could I go? How could I get out of this space that I really didn’t want to be in?
And then Andy said one of the most powerful things someone had ever spoken to me; “It’s taken all of my life to find you, but if you go on like this I’m going to lose you”
Wake up call. But I was still scared.
At my age I couldn’t see me getting another job, so the only option was to start my own business, and that was a terrifying prospect.
What could I do? What if it all went wrong? How would we survive?
Our dream had always been to build up the businesses, move to Spain and live a mobile lifestyle.
But with Covid, Brexit and my job about to kill me, that project suddenly became very real when we decided to up sticks and make the move before the end of the year.
I didn’t actually wake up one day and think “I want to be an entrepreneur”.
In fact I wanted to fly planes for a living. From a very early age I had a burning desire to be a pilot. First of all on the front line and then a commercial skipper.
The problem with that is, you need to have passed a few exams before Her Majesty’s Royal Air Force or Virgin Atlantic will ask to meet you.
And I had none. In fact I didn’t really have much of an education after failing school, or did school fail me?
Even so, I was on a mission to fly. So I worked every job I could to build up enough money to pay for flight school.
But the thing was, that once I got my wings, the thought of flying for a living somewhat waned.
I realised that the intention had been wrong all the time.
After some soul searching I realised that I’d wanted to learn to fly in order to prove to myself that I wasn’t completely useless.
Don’t get me wrong, even at Private Pilot level I...