Whats The Worst That Can Happen?

Youve been dreaming about what it would be like to start your own small business. It has been on your mind since you were in school, and there are times, especially on Monday mornings, that you daydream about it. But, youre not really sure what it would look like. You dont have the first clue how to get started, and of course, youre afraid that you would put your heart and soul into it, only to fail and look likes a fool. You barely even talk about it out loud, because you dont want family and friends to laugh at you. But, anything is possible! The only limitations we have are the ones we put on ourselves! With planning and learning the steps, and doing your homework, if this is something you really want to do, you can do it, AND succeed greatly at it, too! Im not saying its easy!

Nothing worth having is. I have had to learn a great deal; about myself, about business, about my clients and potential clients. And it never ends, because my interests and passions change with the years. When my daughter started kindergarten, I returned to school. It took me five years to get through school, but I had a vision: I wanted to help people become healthy and fit in the privacy of their own homes. After school, I didnt have that plan fully in place, even in my mind, but after six years of working in a hospital, I was ready. I opened MEG Fitness in June, 1996. Its been an incredible ride! Ill never look back at my life with regrets that I didnt pursue my dream. I really have learned that the only limits are those I impose on myself, too! So, I continue to dream bigger and allow my vision to become grander.

Whats the worst that can happen? Thats what you have to ask yourself. If you never try, will you be happier? If you never try, how will you know if you could have done it? Consider some of the well-known names in sports, such as Michael Jordan, the basketball player; he has thrown more MISSED shots than those that have made their mark. What if he had not taken the chance to see what was possible for him? Okay, so now youre ready to take the next step! First, in order to help you focus, I recommend that people start working on their business plan. This was the route I took. A year before I quit the hospital, I started working on my business plan. There are resources specific to most specific fields, too, including other professionals who help others get started. Do your research to see who you can contact for support and to ask questions of as you progress. Once you have your business plan in place, its not time to celebrate, yet! How are you going to accomplish the goals you have come up with in that plan? You next need a marketing plan. Now, although the marketing plan is also part of a business plan, its really just the intro! The marketing plan will become your template, your schedule, and will spell out the actions you will take to make those goals reality. If you use it seriously, it will be your day-to-day guide to making your dreams come true!

I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child. May Jason rest in peace. I too have a son named Jason. He is 26 years old now and living on his own. I miss him every day that I don’t get to see him an can’t imagine how much it would hurt to never hug him again. God be with you for he is surely with your son. In case you are able to see this reply, please contact me by clicking on my picture in the upper right corner of this lens and then clicking the contact button. I have wondered what has happened with you since we left Newbury Park. I’m glad to know that popsicle stick church did its job. It was too precious to me to give to just anyone. I don’t remember what happened to putt-putt. Hope to hear from you. Grieving Mom, by this time you have made it through the holidays one more, and I know it wasn’t easy. Feel free to contact me using the contact link found by clicking my picture on the top right of this lens, which leads to my bio page.

I was fortunate enough to have known Jason although it wasn’t for very long. I was only 8 when he died. I met him at church. I think my mom introduced us. He was interested in a lot of the same things I was and him being older then me, he was a lot better at them then me. I remember he used to ride down hills at the park on his BMX bike with no breaks. I thought he was crazy. I also remember putt putt (man was I jealous of that thing. I was also fortuntate enough to see him one last time at the funeral the day before he died. After he died you gave me a church he made out of popsicle sticks and it meant the world to me. He really did have one of those unique personalities of being friends with everybody and his death was truly a trajedy.