"I don’t want to make money off my friends…"

Are you someone who grew up during the hippie days, and you still feel guilty about making money off your friends?

Did you ever worry about being perceived as exploiting others, just to make money?

Many women tell me that when they’ve started to imagine making good money and having some of the things they’ve always wanted, like their own garden and time to work in it, or a housekeeper, or regular facials or spa vacations, they’re ashamed because they’re taking from their kids or the family house account.

I thought of you as I read this the other day:

“The market for something to believe in is infinite.”

“We are here to find meaning. We are here to help other people do the same. Everything else is secondary.” – Hugh Macleod.

Do you agree with that? If yes, read on.

If you have decided you’ve got to get after it and earn some income, but these old ideas are still in your head, ask yourself:

1. Has your product made a difference in your life?

2. Do you think it has added new meaning to your life?

3. Do you think there might be others who might like to know about it, in case it does for them what it’s done for you – improve the quality of your life?

4. Assuming you have to do SOMETHING to make a living, is it better to do something where you’re helping make a difference in another person’s life, and helping someone else find meaning in their life (again)?

Or would you really prefer to stand behind some counter at Macy’s?

5. Is it a good thing to earn a living by offering others a product that added meaning and change to your life?

Did you say “Yes!”?

Me too. But remember, only SOME people will respond. Jesus didn’t get everyone either. Neither did the Buddha. Everyone doesn’t play tennis, either.

But if you want a game of tennis, who will you ask for, hmm? Someone who…

For those you CAN touch with your product, someone else who might be looking for the kind of fix you got, well, how much longer will you keep them waiting?

“To do good, you have to do well.” Anonymous

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