If you’re going to get wet – might as well swim

My exercise ‘Thing’ is swimming. I love to swim in an outdoor pool (not in the sea!) but there is something that I see when I am there which I don’t get.

Now, I appreciate that not everyone comes swimming to plough up and down doing laps like me but surely if you’re going to get wet—might as well swim.

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Listening

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When you’re busy doing your Thing it’s important to listen… listen to you, listen to your clients, listen to the market, listen to your body.

When you are listening you’ll do your Thing in the best way you can.

You know you are the best person to learn from…

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What to do when you don’t want to do your Thing any more

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So there’s doing your Thing in the BIG sense and there’s doing your Thing in the “How you do it right now” sense. When you realise these are different, you’ll see that there’s no problem if you don’t want to do your Thing any more, as you’ll most probably be meaning this in the “I don’t want to do the work I am doing right now any more” sense.

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Ready, Steady, Cook (your products & services)

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Here’s how you use your signature system to work out your products, services and programs.

You don’t use the entire cupboard of ingredients—you play like “Ready Steady Cook” and use the 5 (or 3 or 7) key favourite ingredients your clients need that you have in your signature system.

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Advertise what you’ve really got

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We’ve just stayed in an AirBnB townhouse on holiday and there were a couple of features–specifically 2 very nice red deckchairs in the cute garden filled with cactus plants–that made me want to stay there. But when we arrived, the lovely deckchairs were no where to be seen…

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The Thing about Magic

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The other night I went out for dinner with a group of people and experienced some serious magic. It wasn’t in fact the cooking (although my Pork Belly was very yummy) but proper “How the hell did he do that?!” close-up magic. The sort of magic where I was incredulously shaking my head shrieking “How is that possible?!” (yes, I was the one choosing the card that ended up in the wallet–in a zipped pocket, in a ticket case–when I had been holding the wallet in the palm of my hand AND it had my name written on it in my handwriting?!).

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