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Fastest entrepreneur wins.
“Money loves speed.” – Dan Kennedy
Last week, I launched a one on one coaching program for entrepreneurs.
And within a few days, it was full.
Here’s how it happened:
On Friday night, inspiration to start coaching entrepreneurs one on one came to me in the shower.
On Monday morning, I sent an email announcing the coaching program.
That’s it.
Total time from idea to implementation:
About two days.
After 14 years in business, generating 8 figures in revenue and launching nearly 100 offers, one principle has remained consistent:
Speed wins.
Not perfection, not intelligence, and not even skill.
Speed.
Look around:
There is no shortage of squishy, Prime-drinking, Skool-community-building mfxckers making absurd amounts of money right now…
Not because they’re smarter or more skilled than you, but because they’re more savage:
They’re less willing to wait around for something to happen, and more willing to hunt it down and make it happen; failure irrelevant, fear be damned.
They’re not making plans to sit down and make plans, or scheduling meetings to talk about when they should schedule their next meeting.
They’re not waiting until they’ve read six books, taken three courses, and consulted with their astrologer to identify the exact moment Mercury will align with Saturn and bless their first Twitter post.
They’re not waiting until they know all the steps and can see the path to success laid out for them like a red carpet:
They’re turning ideas into material reality immediately if not sooner, yesterday if possible, and recklessly, if necessary.
They’re launching, testing, collecting data, iterating, and re-launching as fast as technology will allow.
And that is why they win.
- T
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You can’t outrun the debt, Garrick.
I’ve been knee deep in my notepad today writing story intro after story intro.
Noodling around with words on paper seem to be one of the most cathartic things to do.
The boring part is the mechanical part and that’s just re-typing it for others to read.
So if you wanna pop the trunk of what operates inside of my brain 99% of the day.
Give it a little read and tell me what you think. It’s rough as toast but I’ll massage it into something better.
Mack Garrick spits a wad of chewing tobacco into the dirt and watches it steam in the rain. The woods around him smell like wet ash and diesel. His pickup truck, rusted, one headlight dead, idles on the shoulder, coughing smoke. The shotgun under the passenger seat hums a low, familiar song. Come on, it whispers. Let’s dance.
The girl in his backseat hasn’t spoken in fifty miles. She clutches a stuffed rabbit missing an ear. Eight years old, maybe. Blonde hair matted to her skull. Mack doesn’t ask why she was standing alone on Route 9 in pajamas at 3 a.m. Doesn’t ask why her bare feet left no tracks in the snow. Doesn’t ask why the dog tags around her neck read HENDERSON, J. – same as the soldier he watched burn alive in a Kabul ditch twelve years ago.
“You see it too, don’t you?” the girl says, voice like radio static.
Mack’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. The trees lean closer. Shadows pool in the ditches, thick and oily. He’s seen this before. In the desert. In the mirror after too much bourbon.
“See what?” he lies.
She points at the road ahead. The rain twists into shapes as it falls. Not drops anymore, sinews, tendons, tiny bones clattering against the windshield. A deer carcass lies mangled in the road, ribs cracked outward like wings. The girl’s rabbit twitches in her hands.
Mack floors the gas. The truck lurches forward, tires screaming. The deer’s corpse scrapes the undercarriage, and for a heartbeat, the radio crackles to life. A man’s voice, sandpaper rough, rasps through the speakers… “You can’t outrun the debt, Garrick.”
The girl laughs. Not a child’s laugh. Something older. Hungrier.
Mack’s hand drifts toward the shotgun. The woods are gone now. Just endless road, bleeding oil-black under the headlights. The stuffed rabbit’s remaining eye glints silver in the dark.
“Almost there,” the girl says.
He doesn’t ask where.
Stephen Walker
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Marinating in anger sauce
It’s like everyone lost their damn minds today…
I wonder if it’s cause of the Super Bowl?
Could be Mercury doing backflips in whatever space based juice box it’s swimming in this week.
Hell, for all I know, the space gods are playing marbles with planets and we’re all catching the fallout…
It’s like every conversation I’ve seen today has been some sort of a cage match.
If your neighbours dog looked at you funny?
It’s like it was time go to back home, make some coffee and write a stupid 12 page manifesto about the decline of canine manners.
Stop. Just stop.
Imagine waking up one day and you know that day is your last, what’s your legacy gonna be?
“Here lies Bob, who spent his final days arguing with people on the internet about pizza toppings on the internet?”
We’re all stuck on earth. Breathing the same air.
Dealing with the same type of shit thrown our way.
That person you don’t like cause their political leaning also puts the pants on one leg at a time like you do.
That person who cut you off in traffic? Probably just trying to make it to their kid’s school play on time.
Life’s too short to spend it marinating in anger sauce.
Yeah, the world’s messy. Yeah, things suck sometimes.
But walking around like everything’s a personal insult from the universe isn’t fixing anything…
It’s just giving you heartburn and making your face look like a constipated gargoyle.
So maybe, just maybe, we could all collectively decide to dial it back from DEFCON 1 to something more reasonable. Like DEFCON “This is annoying but not worth having an aneurysm over.”
And I’m no expert, but when the Grim Reaper comes knocking, he’s not gonna care about how many internet arguments you won or how righteously angry you were about everything.
He’s just gonna ask if you lived a life worth living.
And “I was mad about everything, all the time” isn’t gonna cut it as an answer.
Wake up. Breathe. Pet a dog. Eat a sandwich. Whatever.
Just stop being so damn angry about everything. The sky daddy or universe is weird enough. We don’t need add our own rage to the mix.
Right. Time to get off of my Sunday Soap Box. I’ve got a coffee machine to shout at…
…which is different cause the coffee maker and I have an understanding.
This is also one of the best books I’ve read that helped melt away anger, worry and everything else in between…
Stephen Walker
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£12.99 for Mediocrity?
The man sat in the dim light of his small apartment. The television glowed. It was the only light. He watched the screen.
Netflix. Always Netflix.
It was his escape, his distraction, his ritual.
He paid for it. Every month. Ten pounds, then twelve, now more.
Always more…
The email came. He read it. Price increase. Again. The numbers were there, cold and unfeeling.
Standard plan: £12.99.
Premium: £18.99.
Even the ad-supported plan, the cheap one, was up to £5.99. He stared at the screen.
The words blurred. More value, they said. He wondered what value meant. More shows? More movies? More of the same?
He didn’t know. He only knew he would pay. He always paid.
He thought about the money. What it could buy. A meal. A drink. A book. But no. It went to Netflix. Every month. Like a tax. A toll for the privilege of forgetting. For the luxury of not thinking. For the comfort of the familiar.
He didn’t cancel. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. The ritual was too ingrained. The habit too strong.
He scrolled. The titles flashed by. Stranger Things. Squid Game. Wednesday. He had watched them. He would watch them again. He didn’t know why. He just did.
The algorithm knew him. Knew his tastes. Knew his weaknesses. It fed him content. Endless content. He consumed it. Like a man in a desert drinking sand.
The comments section was there. He read it. Anger. Frustration. Resignation. People were angry. People were always angry.
But they paid. They always paid. He wondered why. He didn’t have an answer. He only knew he was one of them.
A cog in the machine. A number in the ledger.
Netflix didn’t care. Why would they? They had millions of users. Billions in revenue. They were a giant, towering and indifferent. They raised prices because they could. Because people would pay. Because he would pay.
He thought about cancelling. Just for a moment. But the thought passed. It always did. He reached for the remote.
He pressed play. The screen lit up. The show began. He watched. He forgot. He paid.
The man sat in the dim light of his small apartment. The television glowed. It was the only light. He watched the screen. Netflix. Always Netflix…
But here’s the thing, the man didn’t have to be just a consumer. He could be a creator. He could be the one sending out the emails instead of receiving them. He could build his own list, his own audience, his own empire. He could send out daily emails, filled with value, filled with insights, filled with stories. And those emails?
They could make him money. Real money. The kind of money that could pay for Netflix ten times over.
Think about it. Every email is a chance. A chance to connect. A chance to sell. A chance to build a relationship that lasts. Netflix raises prices? Fine. Let them.
You now have a little something going on. Your email list. Your people.
Your tribe. And they’re worth more than any streaming service could ever be.
So start building. Start emailing. Start creating. Because while Netflix is busy taking your money, you could be busy making it and we’d prefer that story any day of the week…
HERE’S ONE OF THE MANY SILLY LITTLE ARTICLES THAT MY FELLOW BRITS ARE UP IN ARMS ABOUT…
And I thought it was apt to write a little story about it.
Stephen Walker
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Every high-level entrepreneur pays this price
“There is nothing wrong with having butterflies as long as you can get them to fly in formation.” – Rob Gilbert
Every year for the past ten years, I’ve given a talk at WLU Business School.
And every year (every. single. year), at some point in the discussion, a student has asked me:
”How do you deal with fear of failure?”
At which point, I introduce the class to a guy named Mason.
Mason started using my basketball training programs when he was 13 years old.
Five years later, he was an All-State shooting guard, and held 3 point records in the state of Oregon.
Impressive stuff, but not as impressive as what he did next:
Instead of playing college basketball, Mason decided to cut his teeth in the world of entrepreneurship.
This year, Mason’s business will generate $20MM in revenue…
…And he is well on his way to landing a $100MM exit before he turns 30.
At this point, I usually pause to let the weight of that number can sink in.
Then, I continue:
One night at our summer retreat, Mason told the story of how he and his partner launched six failed businesses in the span of two years, before they finally got one to take off.
To paraphrase what Mason said that night:
”I knew I was going to fail before I succeeded, so I decided from the start to keep on going until it worked. I failed fast, learned from each failure, and used what I learned to make the next venture a little better — until eventually, one of them took off.”
That type of grit is rare in society, but it’s the standard price of admission for high-level entrepreneurship.
Nobody learns to fight without taking some punches, and nobody builds a business without taking some bumps along the way.
The take-home point:
Those who make it in business get over “fear of failure” pretty quickly when they realize:
Failure is a mandatory part of the learning process that leads to success.
So no, failure is not to be feared.
It is to be analyzed, learned from, and transformed into progress.
So that’s what I tell the class.
I hope it’s helpful for you, as well.
- T
P.S. Our one on one business coaching program is officially full.
Big thanks to everyone who applied, and big congrats to the three entrepreneurs (two business owners and one fund manager) in the program.
This is going to be fun 🙂
P.P.S. If you enjoyed this week’s series on entrepreneurship, I think you’ll enjoy this:
Compound interest isn’t just a financial strategy, it’s a life strategy.
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The sacred art of doing jack shit
There’s nothing like taking a day off to do absolutely nothing.
The kind where you ignore work related email, clients, and the screaming urge of capitalism to binge Shameless until your eyeballs bleed whiskey. Although in this case it was just really strong coffee.
And so any responsibilities and/or client work were ignored (Mainly cause I did it in advance)
I haven’t taken a massive chunk of time off in a while because there’s never been a need for it.
Although I do like the odd day off here and there to focus on the things I like to do.
Call me old fashioned but I don’t really need a break from the work that I do, so taking a few weeks off is rarely needed.
Although today was different. I played catch up with a couple of books that needed to be finished reading and I got sucked even deeper in to that series Shameless I mentioned before.
It got me thinking again though. We all seem to have a filtered way we act online or in person and when you watch a show like Shameless. It hints that there’s a lot more raw-ness in doing what needs to be done.
Ethics aside and all that, there’s something humbling about being authentic. I mean genuine authenticity. Not the woo-woo social media shitgoblins who preach authenticity.
All thehe world’s a stage, and everyone’s performing. Smiling through teeth gritted with secrets. Polishing their personas like fucking cutlery. But Shameless?
That show’s a sledgehammer to the veneer. It’s raw. Ugly. Human. The kind of “authenticity” that doesn’t come with a TED Talk or a $200 webinar.
Just being plain ol’ you at the end of the day.
And what I figured out a long time ago is that the quickest way you can expose the world to your actual authenticity is to write silly over the top emails like this one.
I get to share my quirks and hobbies and annoyance with squirrels. You know that I’m a fiend for good coffee and I can be a sweary loud type when I’m sharing my passion for certain topics.
I can already predict that this year and next year and the year after that will be built around small followings in hyper focused niches.
So whether you’re going to be selling glow in the dark underwear or you’re going to teach cats to heard goats. Those little micro pockets of people will be the most important to focus on going forward.
For now though…
I’ve got a date with a hot new book.
Stephen Walker
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Why most people should NOT be entrepreneurs
“Running a start-up is like chewing glass and staring into the abyss. After a while, you stop staring, but the glass chewing never ends.” – Elon Musk
First thing’s first:
Thank you.
The response to yesterday’s email was both inspiring, and surprising…
Especially since I almost didn’t send it.
I worried it was too un-relatable — too personal, too uncommon, too.. weird?
No, that’s not the right word for it, but whatever it was, I was wrong.
It struck a deep nerve, and I’m so grateful to everyone who reached out and reinforced my belief (my hope) that there are others who share a higher vision for what entrepreneurship can be.
(full details in yesterday’s email, here)
Now, on to today’s lesson…
After speaking about entrepreneurship all week, it might come as a surprise when I say:
Most people should not be entrepreneurs.
Unpopular opinion, maybe.
But it’s the obvious, plain-as-day truth, and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably making a profit on the other side.
Now, please understand:
I’m not saying most people can’t be entrepreneurs:
Many can, and have the capacity to do it.
But I am saying that if they knew the honest, blood-and-guts reality of building a business, they wouldn’t want to do it in the first place.
Entrepreneurship sounds romantic, at first:
Full of freedom and creativity and money falling from the sky like rain.
And while it can be all of those things, those things don’t make up the full picture.
In the full picture…
Freedom comes with chains that bind you to your business 24 hours per day:
Never letting you fully escape it.
Creativity comes with total responsibility for your destiny, and crushing pressure to create a sustainable income.
(or you and your family don’t eat)
And, speaking of income, it’s all on you:
Nobody is coming to bail you out with a paycheque at the end of the month, and every loss comes straight out of your pocket.
So real-world entrepreneurship looks a lot more like slaying dragons than laying on a beach with your laptop.
And for some, that’s exhilarating:
(“Sharpen my sword and sound the battlecry, you can take my head but you’ll never take my freedom!”)
But if you want my honest advice, I’ll say this:
Only choose entrepreneurship if you can’t not do it.
If doing anything else is unthinkable to you…
If you’d give a limb before you’d give your time to a boss…
If an idea is burning you from within and your only release is to get it out of your head and into the world…
…Then welcome to the hard path, and let the battle begin.
Just don’t choose entrepreneurship because it sounds like a good way to make a lot of money while doing very little.
Instead, choose the thing you can’t not do:
Whether it’s a job that inspires you, an art form that consumes you, or, yes:
A business that drives you to make your mark on the world.
If you don’t know what that is, yet, don’t stop.
Keep looking.
And never, ever settle until you’ve found it.
- T
P.S. If you’re one of the blessed and cursed few who can’t not build businesses:
I may want to work with you.
Here’s the deal:
All week, I’ve been accepting applications for a new one-on-one business coaching program.
However:
I’ve turned away far more entrepreneurs than I’ve accepted, and I only have one spot left.
So if you’re still interested, reply today to let me know:
Who you are What business you run (include a link to your site) Your current monthly revenue Your primary goal for the business Why you are a good fit for coaching
If you’re a good fit, I’ll reply with more details about the program, and we’ll set up a time to chat.
If not, no hard feelings (like I said, I only have one spot left, so I need to be extremely selective).
And, if you want more details, click here.
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Social distance insanity
Honestly I’m not even surprised at what happens in the world anymore.
Here in the UK they’re just off the rails.
There’s a flu going around again and it’s supposed to be BAD, like bird flu epidemic bad, but like anything to do with health. People will be affected by it one way or the other.
Now there’s talks of potentially bringing back social distancing and masking and all of that fun stuff that happened during 2020.
I know people are exhausted mentally, physically and spiritually and if something does happen and we’re told to stay at home. I know it’s gonna make a lot of people lose their shit.
Me on the other hand. I don’t mind being at home, in bed and writing my daily emails. It’s what keeps me sane and if it means I don’t have to pay attention to what other humans are doing. Then I’m all good.
I can’t say the same for what I see out in the world though, but I’m sure you can see it too.
The world is on fire and we just need a damn break.
That’s why I’ve gotten back to drawing/painting while getting better at this whole writing thing too.
On top of that I’m also watching a hilarious series called Shameless, which honestly just shows how shameless we should be as people to get what we want out of life.
There’s many micro lessons in there cause the show has been running for 11ish seasons. So I’d definitely watch it if you need a little escapism from the shit show.
I’ve just made some tea, got some supplies and dragged myself to bed.
And I’m going to be dead to the world for the next 18hrs.
So come join https://stphnwlkr.com/theleague
Stephen Walker
P.S. There’s been silence outside for the last 24hrs, so I’d imagine the squirrels are up to no good…
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What you are looking for exists.
“The goal so far as human beings are concerned… is ultimately the ‘self-actualization’ of a person:
The development of the fullest height that the human species can stand up to or that the particular individual can come to.”
- Abraham Maslow
It’s February 2014, and my young business, Elite Guard Training, is celebrating it’s biggest month ever.
We’re closing in on $200,000 per month, on route to our second 7-figure year in a row, and I should be happy.
But I’m not.
Instead of celebrating, I’m alone in my kitchen, looking around at the life I’ve built:
The house I bought at 20 years old, the shiny new Audi in the driveway, the beautiful girlfriend, the freedom to do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it.
And, in a moment, what I’m truly feeling…
…The feeling that has been building, just below the surface, for months now…
…Will finally boil over, and burn down my life as I know it.
It begins as a thought in my mind:
”Is this really all there is?”
Which is immediately followed by another thought:
“How spoiled. How could you not be grateful for all of this? Shame on you for wanting more.”
“I understand,” I hear myself reply.
“I get it. I’m lucky, and I am grateful… I know I should be happy.”
But while the words are true, the voice behind them sounds hollow. Empty.
Empty of certainty, empty of conviction.
Empty of… meaning.
Deep in my gut, the feeling reaches a boiling point.
And I hear myself ask again, louder this time:
”Is this really all there is?”
Make money. Become successful. Get married. Have kids. Make more money. Become more successful.
All fine, all good, allright.
But… then what?
More success? More money? Adopt a Nigerian baby? Donate a kidney? What?
I search my mind for answers, and again I come up…
Empty.
Spoiled or not, the truth is true and I can’t avoid it any longer.
The dam bursts, my legs give out, and I’m on the floor.
Tears stream down.
This doesn’t feel like sadness, it feels like hopelessness:
I’m not wishing for something I don’t have, I’m wishing for something that doesn’t seem to exist.
Is this just childish ignorance?
Immaturity? Inexperience? Arrogance?
Maybe, but as far as I can tell, this is the final level, and I beat it too early, and there are no more games to play because the game is my life and this is the only one I have, so what am I supposed to do with it now?
Emotion pours out of me, bleeding onto the floor of the house that no longer feels like home.
But as the feeling drains out, a new feeling emerges.
A familiar feeling:
The feeling I had before I started my business, as I stood at the base of the entrepreneurial mountain and began to climb.
The feeling crystallizes in my mind, shining through the darkness to reveal a flash of insight:
Not a thought, but a direct inner knowing that says…
”What you’re looking for exists.”
Realization crashes in waves:
Money, status and success are not the end game, they are only level one.
Entrepreneurship is not about accumulation, it is about self-actualization:
Where what you create in the world is a direct reflection of who you are.
Where money is not the goal but the fuel for a deeper mission.
Where status and showmanship mean nothing and skill and mastery mean everything.
Two weeks later, I packed my bags, locked my house, kissed my girlfriend goodbye, and boarded a one-way flight with no return plan.
I spent the next five years traveling the world, seeking and ultimately finding exactly what I was looking for…
A higher vision for human potential, and:
A higher vision for entrepreneurship.
Today, I am finally in the early stages of teaching that vision.
And, before I scale it to the public, my first step will be to privately coach a select group of entrepreneurs, one on one:
Entrepreneurs who are committed to building businesses that free them from financial pressure forever so they can pursue their own higher vision.
Entrepreneurs who are as serious about self-mastery as they are about making money.
And, who will grow into a living example of what entrepreneurship can really be.
I only have one spot left, before I stop accepting applications.
So if you’re interested, reply today to let me know:
Who you are What business you run (include a link to your site) Your current monthly revenue Your primary goal for the business Why you are a good fit for coaching
As I said yesterday, no essays:
Be clear, efficient, and to the point.
But also, be complete.
I look forward to hearing from you.
- T
P.S. In case you missed it, here’s the full story on our one on one coaching program:
An invitation for entrepreneurs
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Use the anti-calendar
The Anti-Calendar isn’t a planner. It’s a brick through the window of what’s expected and if you go back to the 70s when the punk movement came about…
This is punk but for your art.
It’s a middle finger to the algorithm of what’s deemed normal in today’s society.
You know? That greasy hamster wheel of football games, trending hashtags, and microwave relationships served on social media paper plates.
Your art is a vampire. It doesn’t live in daylight. Doesn’t give a soggy fuck about brunch dates, Netflix binges, or whose corpse is currently propped up on the throne of pop culture.
Your job? Feed it your time. Your rage. Your silence. Your goddamn marrow.
Here’s an example of an Anti-Calendar…
It’s football season? Let the normies bark at screens. You? Carve paragraphs from the static.
New video game dropped? Your friends can grind XP. You’ll grind pigment into canvas until your hands look like a crime scene.
Latest TV obsession? Let them simp for plot twists. Twist your own stories.
Romance? Love is a distraction wearing a thong. Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck everything that isn’t the work. (I learnt this the hard way recently…)
But… (There’s always a but, like a goat head in your boot.)
The Anti-Calendar isn’t a cult. You don’t have to live in a cave chewing on roots and your own bitterness. Burnout is a bastard with a flamethrower. So here’s the caveat… Sacrifice, don’t suffocate.
In the beginning? You amputate distractions. Carve away the fat of other people’s priorities.
But once your art has teeth. Once it can hunt for itself. You loosen the leash. Take a night off. Watch the game. Fuck the person. Taste the dopamine.
Balance isn’t a sin. It’s a tactic. You’re not a machine (though machines break too.) You’re a thief, stealing time from a world that wants you numb.
It’s about prioritising your art, cause if you the average life span is 80 years old. I don’t have many years left.
Stephen Walker
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A story about Mr. Beast every entrepreneur should hear
“People say you’re crazy until you’re successful, then they call you a genius.” – Mr. Beast
I heard an amazing story about Mr. Beast (Jimmy) the other day:
A story every entrepreneur should read, print onto tear-proof paper, frame and keep on their bedside table, dream about at night, tattoo on the inside of their forearm, record and listen to via. hypnotic induction, and pass down to their firstborn child as soon as they come of age, lest they ever forget its supreme wisdom.
Here’s how it goes:
A few months ago, Jimmy is hosting a mastermind meeting for 8, 9, and 10-figure entrepreneurs when he asks the group:
”Do you guys want to go to Walmart?”
Strange question, I know, but Jimmy is a strange dude.
So fxck it, they go to Walmart.
At first, it’s a standard snack run:
Wander around, grab a few things, play bumper cars with the motorized carts, do whatever it is people do at Walmart.
Until they reach the chocolate aisle, where Jimmy’s candy line, Feastables, is on display.
That’s when Jimmy’s excitement bubbles over.
For the next ten minutes, Jimmy launches into a masterclass on the economics of the chocolate business; margins, revenues, supply chains, the whole deal.
While — get this…
Restocking the aisle himself:
Rearranging boxes that had been pushed out of place.
Straightening every crooked candy bar.
Purchasing every bar that was damaged, crinkly, or broken.
Even letting himself into the back stocking room to grab a flavor they’d run out of up front.
And apparently, this wasn’t a one-time thing:
Jimmy does this so often that Walmart gave him his own employee badge.
(once, he even skipped a domestic flight so he could drive and stop at all 14 Walmarts along the way)
Now, obviously:
That’s not a founder’s job.
That’s not even an executive’s job.
(to be clear, it’s not even Jimmy’s job; he doesn’t spend his days doing this, it’s just something he does when he gets the chance)
It’s a minimum wage job 99% of entrepreneurs would barely even be aware of.
But Jimmy has something 99% of entrepreneurs don’t:
That rare blend of…
Scrappy intensity
Hands-on resourcefulness, and
Fearless creativity
…That we don’t have a word for, but is undeniable when we see it.
One of my longest-time students, and 8-figure entrepreneur Mason Vranes simply calls it:
“Sauce.”
And yes, Jimmy got Sauce.
But — and this is the central point — so does every entrepreneur I’ve ever met who has achieved true lift-off, and scaled their business to high 6, 7, or 8 figures.
More than any other quality, “Sauce” is what I’m looking for as I select candidates for private, one on one business coaching.
(announced yesterday)
I’m looking for hungry, aggressive entrepreneurs who are willing to get their hands dirty, put their ego on the line, and take the shots others are too afraid to take.
One of the three spots is already full, and it looks like the second spot will be filled shortly.
Which means I likely only have one spot left.
If you’re interested, hit reply now to let me know:
Who you are
What business you run (include a link to your site)
Your current monthly revenue
Your primary goal for the business
Why you are a good fit for coaching
As I said yesterday, no essays:
Be clear, efficient, and to the point.
But also, be complete.
I look forward to hearing from you.
- T
P.S. If you missed it yesterday, here’s the full story on our one on one coaching program:
An invitation for entrepreneurs
And, as a bonus:
Here’s a video about Sauce
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