#but the part of me that produces deliverables is on vacation

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Sat down sicker than I was yesterday to reply to your posts @asksecularwitch thinking that somehow my brain would work better just because I have coffee, but apparently no, today the coffee gods do not deign to part the fog of viral infection.

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The Captain & the Resident’s Daughter: Shadows

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Rexsoka Week - Friday - Shadows

“A little warning would have been nice!” 

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Part the First

Part the Second

Today’s story comes a day late and bearing a sentence prompt borrowed from another day. What can the humble author say, she is all ahoo. 

N.B. this story is one thousand words in length and contains period-typical (1800) language and attitudes.  

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The great sense of naval hurry which had carried the convoy from Bengal on the Commodore’s first choice of tide, and which had been lately straining against unseasonably becalming weather, had long dissipated. Upon reaching Madras, the signal-station had hailed with ‘Orders for Gloriana’; the ships had duly stood off; Commodore Ferris had gone ashore, where he yet remained; and speculation had become the coin of the wooden realm, and idle recreation its chief pursuit.

No one who observed Miss Tanough on this third day of suspense, cantilevered against the larboard gunwale in baggy trousers and firing a musket out to sea, could have supposed her to be the daughter of a baronet. But her great object in life was to be an heroine; and once a small allowance of low spirits at her removal from home and family had been worked through, Ahsoka determined to make herself happy and useful; and she played her spirited, headstrong character — which often bore a striking resemblance Madame de Naberrie’s — upon General Skywalker, with the happy effect of making him, by degrees, almost indulgent towards her: he would rather see her practically attired if she really meant to climb the rigging; would rather see her dance a reel with Captain Rex than any other man when the hands sent up some shanties; would rather see her healthily occupied than suffering idly from propriety under the tropical sun, feverish with needless boredom.

Which is how Ahsoka, on that exceedingly hot afternoon, came to be taking unnecessary instruction from a fairly boiled lobster, while Captain Rex observed from the fife rail, where he sat in unbuttoned shirtsleeves that distracted her nearly as much as her salwar distracted him.

Ahsoka took aim at the manufactured flotsam that served as her target and blackened her overdress still further.

“A touch high, miss,” observed Lieutenant Woolerstoughley, one of the Gloriana’s original Marines, whose musket it was. His family name was of such age and nobility to have earned the time-honoured pronunciation of ‘Wooley’; but as the ninth (and, it was speculated, natural) son of a marquess living upon credit, his lordship had to make his own distinction, for he could rely on nothing greater than having one of the longest and grandest names on a third-rate’s books.

“The fault of the swell, I dare say,” said Captain Rex, directly. He offered her the rod and added, “You will sink it with the next shot.”

Ahsoka smiled, and though she knew her own worth as a markswoman, she beamed inwardly greater still. “I shan’t count my money whilst in the road, but I fancy — ”

She was stopt by the sudden disappearance of her companion from the rail and into the sea; immediately, he was replaced by General Skywalker, who grinned with puerile satisfaction as he stepped onto the vacated spot. “Afternoon, Miss Tanough — Woolerstoughley,” said he with a playful salute, before he followed his friend and fell backward into the water.

A few seconds more did Ahsoka labour under some anxiety — never had she seen or heard of Captain Rex joining the seamen when a sail was lowered, and how might a one-armed man fetch him from the depths? — before she saw his fair head break above the gentle waves.

“You might have told me to jump,” said he, with a splash at his puckish friend.

“Now where would be the fun in that? Miss Tanough is amused, you see.”

“That is relief you see, sir,” replied she. “I feared for Captain Rex’s lungs.”

“Oh, fie! he is a capital swimmer,” protested the General. “Are not you, Rex? Laddie of the lochs and oft-preserver of a one-finned friend? You may be proud of your tiger, Miss Tanough, but Rex has beaten off more than one crocodile.”

Captain Rex sent up a handsome laugh. “He may well praise me, having forced his own deliverance upon me by his poor choice of watering holes.”

This repartee between the gentlemen continued for some minutes as Ahsoka slowly primed another shot, wishing for them to beat off so that she might sink her prize — or, still more fervently, for them to exhaust their wit and themselves and call for a bowline, so she might observe the effect of exertion and wet linen upon the Captain’s strong frame.

While conferring with Lieutenant Woolerstoughley on the propriety of moving to the quarterdeck for a safer and fairer shot at the drifting target, Ahsoka spied, with some private alarm, a long shadow beneath the water making languidly but directly for the officers; and as her ball was loaded and her aim sure, Ahsoka dropped the muzzle and only prayed it also land true.

The close spray of the shot silenced the merry gentlemen, and produced some frank oaths from the Lieutenant, for she had not removed the rod. Ahsoka allowed the waxing pool of red to answer for her; and no sooner had a party of onlooking hands tossed over a jacob’s ladder, than a net had been also flung out, boathooks seized, and a fearless Captain Rex joined by a nimble fo’c’lesman in his dive for the sinking carcass.

“Well, well!” cried Woolerstoughley, with a hearty whoop echoed by the company when the great shark was winched onto the deck. “We shall have gammon tonight, courtesy of Miss Tanough!”

General Skywalker had nobly refused to leave the water without first seeing Captain Rex aboard, but before making any apologies to his friend, he made an earnest bow before Ahsoka. “I thank you, Miss Tanough,” said he. “It is enough to lose one limb to this commission. Sure, you are reckless, but General Kenobey did not exaggerate when he recommended you as an aide-de-camp.”

Could Ahsoka have sailed to the Cape on such praise! Gratified though she was, she disclaimed all such honour in favour of the dripping gentleman beside him. Indeed, she did not know which was more handsome: Captain Rex’s wet figure, or his compliments towards her.

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Hi there! Can you recommend some fic where Sebastian and Blaine were dating at some point, but there is a happy ending for Klaine, please. Thank you for being so kind.

This is a pretty popular premise. Pro tip: You can search on AO3 with more than one relationship. Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe with the completed status produced 165 results. 

Under the cut, there are ten fic recs to get you started.

- HKVoyage

Braided by @missbeizy

Blaine has known that he is a submissive since he was twelve. He attends Dalton Academy at his mother’s request but has little hope of finding what he needs there–a gay dominant. He is forced to accept Sebastian when he has his first submissive episode in junior year. And then Kurt Hummel, a dominant, transfers to Dalton and becomes his best friend.

Sequel: Baby, Don’t 

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Near Misses by @flamingmuse

Kurt and Blaine could easily not have met on a staircase in high school. They could have met a few years later in college instead.

This story is AU from within 2x06 (“Never Been Kissed”), with many of the broad strokes of canon remaining except where I thought they would be different because of the AU or other factors. It takes place in Blaine’s first year of college, starting about a year from now. There are some spoilers through 3x22 (“Goodbye”).

Note: Part 1 of the Near Misses series

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Just For This Moment by @klaineanummel

Blaine and Kurt have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Kurt’s been in love with Blaine for almost as long. Blaine has been dating Sebastian for just a little bit longer than that.

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Take It Like a Man by idoltina, penguinutopia

A Legally Blonde AU. Blaine Anderson has it all. He’s a member of both the polo and fencing clubs, founder of the charity Songbirds in Schools, and the lead soloist of the university’s famous all-male a capella choir, the Warblers. In his senior year at UCLA, Blaine – a show choir major – wants nothing more than to be the future Mr. Blaine Anderson-Smythe. When Sebastian breaks up with Blaine instead of proposing and heads off to a more ‘serious’ life at Harvard Law, Blaine sets his sights on following the love of his life to Boston to win him back. But Harvard holds a lot more obstacles than Blaine anticipated: challenging coursework, Santana Lopez, and an admittedly cute graduate by the name of Kurt Hummel.

Note: Part 1 of the Find My Way series

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How Things Should Be by Imogen_LeFay

Kurt Hummel’s life is comfortable for a peasant with his work in the kitchen of Earl Anderson. It would be more comfortable, if he could rein in his feelings for the Earl’s younger son, Blaine. But Kurt knows, life isn’t a fairy tale. And lords marry ladies, they don’t fall in love with kitchen servants.

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Don’t You Want Me by Quixoticity

Blaine Anderson’s plans of a life spent performing were derailed in his senior year, and he had to compromise on everything he’d dreamed of - except love.

Kurt Hummel, haughty and aloof Broadway darling, was forced to come back to Ohio where there was nothing left for him but painful memories - until he noticed a pair of fine eyes.

(Pride & Prejudice inspired, but set in present day)

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Tasting Flight by lurkdusoleil

Blaine has been a slave in Sebastian’s household for ten years. But never in that time has he met someone like Kurt, who is now his duty to train for Sebastian.

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Defiance by @seeroftodayandtomorrow

Blaine has never found someone he trusts enough to be able to really submit. When he meets well-known Dom Kurt in a club, will they both be able to overcome their insecurities and perhaps find love in the process?

Dom/sub story inspired by the ‘Deviations’-series.

Sequel: Deliverance

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Kurt and Blaine Wake Up Married by @seeroftodayandtomorrow

A drunk marriage in Vegas, a divorce temporarily out of the question and his new husband someone he’s been a fan of forever: Blaine Anderson’s week just got a lot more exciting. If only he wasn’t still so hung up on his ex…

Inspired by the 'Wake up married’ -series by Leta Blake and Alice Griffiths

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The Glee Holiday by AnnParker

The Holiday set in the Glee World. Kurt and Rachel, both with guy problems swap homes on the opposite coasts, where they each meet a local guy. Will it be lasting love or are they doomed from the start after the vacation is over?

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It started while I was on a Hawaiian vacation in May. I judged I’d just tweaked my back promoting a poolside lounge chair. Back home, my back aching grew severe, and I started observing gut ache in my legs. For eight epoches I could just slither around the house. My wife and two daughters nicknamed me “the worm.” At 45, I’m in pretty good shape--avid cyclist, runner, weightlifter, yoga lover with a resting pulsation in the 50 s.

So it was weird when my primary care doctor threw me on a concoction of sting assassins, gut blockers, and cortisone shots. I even tried acupuncture. But as my back began to improve in late June, I started to feel off. Sick to my stomach. Weak. Couldn’t sleep. I lost more than 10 pounds. But I chalked this up to a few months of too much Vicodin after a lifetime of anticipating two Advil was excessive. My physician articulated I was fit and healthy and that there was no need to run any blood tests. He speculated aloud if this was all in my head.

It wasn’t like exertion was driving me crazy. Just the opposite. As the CEO of the startup Mighty AI in Seattle, I was on a roll and having a explosion. Our fellowship, which produces data to train artificial intelligence for self-driving gondolas and other lotions, was racking up new purchasers, constructing brand-new capabilities, shipping better software, and drumming the event. We were coming chatter. WIRED and The Financial Times wrote about us. There was a feeling that our growing unit could do anything it is imperative to. Morale was high-pitched, and our corporation was still small-scale enough -- 45 people or so--that I could chitchat with anybody at work about real things in life besides work.

Unfortunately, my nonwork life was get all too real. Typically I’m pretty good at unplugging from stress. When I’m experiencing down or the shit is hitting the supporter at the part, I unroll by hanging with my bride, Amy, and our daughters, Anna, 14, and Elsie, 11. I’ll play some music or go for a bicycle ride.

But that stopped making this summer. At the bureau I appeared guilty for not putting in 100 percent attempt. At home--well, I was a insect! After nearly a month of feeling unpleasant despite my back getting better and being off all remedies, I touch a wall. On July 26, a Wednesday, I finished my day’s gathers and drove myself to the least busy ER I know of--the one at Swedish Medical Center in the Issaquah Highlands, 20 miles east of downtown.

A couple hours later I announced Amy and asked her to join me. They’d previously done a assortment of tests and ruled out the obvious--urinary tract infection, epidural abscess--and were sort of grasping at straw. Over the phone, I requested Amy, who is a clinical psychologist, if she could think up anything else I should tell the doctors. “Have you told them about the darknes sweats? ” she requested, her belly settle. The look on the ER doc’s face when I overtook that on should have been my first clue.( Night sweats are a symptom of some early cancers .) They described more blood and did a CT scan.

About an hour eventually, a doctor who specializes in hospital admissions affiliated the ER doc to report on their findings. The ensuing representation is seared into my brain. He interposed himself to Amy and me so awkwardly that we could not understand him. I gently interrupted his prepared remarks to ask his refer, hoping this might set him at ease.

It didn’t. He went on to explain that I had countless tumors in my liver, pancreas, and chest. In add-on, he explained that I had quite a few blood clots, including in my heart and lungs. “What is' many’ tumors? ” I invited. He searched demolished, saying they stopped weigh after 10. I thought he might cry, and then he started in with some absurdity about how maybe it was all just bad evaluations, or perhaps I had a rare water-borne pest illnes. Amy inaugurated exclaiming, hard. I went into speechless jolt and simply tried to get this chap to shut up and leave.

Bencke and his wife, Amy Mezulis.

Kyle Johnson for WIRED

The next few hours were a blur of tests and procedures. They finally stopped protruding and prodding me at around 2 am. It’s kind of hopeless to explain how I find, let alone to continue efforts to share how Amy seemed. Neither of us slept that night. With intruders gone, I was finally able to cry. I knew I couldn’t fully understand it all. But the thought of breaking the story to Anna and Elsie procreated it all too real. Anna is tough--stoic, introspective, meticulous, deep-keeled. But still, she’s 14. Elsie is our little angel from sky. She’s bubbly, extroverted, universally adored, unusually empathetic, and sensitive. I simply couldn’t imagine her taking the report, let alone growing up without her daddy.

My head was rotating. Think of Amy produced fresh sobbings to my hearts because she and I have worked so hard to raise a family while pursuing two bold business. We had predicted one another that in a few years, when the girls foreman off to college, we’d cultivate less and walk more. Amy didn’t deserve to lose those daydreams, or her attendant, just as we were on the brink. Then I thought of my moms and pops. My mummy would crack. She lost her youngest son, Joshuah Paul, to a heroin overdose eight years ago. I screamed and exclaimed, and so did Amy.

Thursday we were right back at it. They had a lot to do--classify the cancer, measure its progress, propose management. They took a biopsy of one of the tumors on my liver. They surgically implanted a stent in my gall bladder, which immediately allayed my backed-up liver. The medical staff likewise looked for secondary impacts of the cancer. First among them was blood clots. A couple doctors examined my legs and replied, “Slim to zero fortune you have clots in your legs--they look too healthy. But let’s check.” A few hours later, bad news: My left leg had clots from my hip to my ankle, though thankfully not fully occlusive. My right leg had coagulates from knee to ankle.

We devoted often of Thursday waiting for the pathology report, representing a peculiar mental game trying to convince ourselves it was anything but pancreatic cancer. We’re not dumb--we could see how the MDs glanced away when scheduling alternatives and could hear how they demurred when discussing potentials. Maybe "its been" lymphoma--there were protrude lymph nodes. Perhaps it was colon cancer--that’s treatable, right? But little did we know that the official diagnosis would be the least of our concerns that day.

When the clock impressed 10 pm Thursday night, I passed out. I’d spoken with some of our friend during the day, but it was a bit awkward. What was I supposed to tell them? “Hey, I’m in research hospitals. I have cancer. Not sure what category. Oh, and a cluster of clots. But at least I can urinate! ” I’d shunned announcing my mama back. She’d phoned and texted about 1,000 times. I was certainly not ready to speak with her. I needed a full plan.

On Friday the docs woke me with an dire problem: They had noted a blood clot the dimensions of the a Ping-Pong ball in my heart’s right ventricle. If it separated loose, I would die instant, whether I was in an ER or my basement. To realize topics worse, they showed me an image of the coagulate, and it was precariously wiggling on an already-loose attachment. Each period my center outdo, the ticking ticking bomb swayed precariously. The lump was too big to suck out with a vacuum-clean, too risky to slice and remove bit-by-bit, and too big to remove from the side by divulging open a few ribs. Nope, removing it was urgent and would require cracking my sternum. Today.

Events were happening at a dizzying pace. Clearly I needed to start doing some calls--to renounce my character as Mighty AI CEO, to connect with my momma and other immediate family members, to alert more of my closest pals. It was around 9:10 Friday morning. Mighty AI’s weekly functionings meeting "wouldve been" getting started at 10:15, so I had a lot of calls to make.

I phoned our members of the security council one at a time, sharing the story to those used I contacted. Each of them was supportive and encouraged me to take a leave of absence to focus on getting healthful. I asked for and went full support efforts to refer our benefactor and CTO, Daryn Nakhuda, as Interim CEO. That made about 11 hours. At 9:21 I announced Daryn to share the report and ask if he were willing to serve as interim CEO. He was perfectly poised, encouraging, and ready to step up. I scheduled a 9:35 all-hands video meeting.

Why an all pass? Well, this was obviously large-scale report, and I wanted everyone to hear it all at once. I wanted to share it raw and to project confidence, anguish, and adore. Why video? Well, I acknowledge I regretted that pick a smidge when I watched myself in a thumbnail on my laptop screen with a infirmary night-robe, an open weave at my neck where they’d fished in the stent, and limbs connected to various IVs and beeping monitors.

I hadn’t practised, and I don’t recollect exactly what I announced. But here’s the gist of what I recall :P TAGEND

Hey folks, many of you are familiar I haven’t been seeming well for various weeks. Well, I checked myself into the hospital a marry nights ago, assuming they’d sounds a bad bladder illnes or something. Regrettably, as it is about to change, I have cancer. It looks like it’s metastatic, Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I have extensive tumors in my liver, pancreas, and chest and quite a few blood clots. The worst of these may require immediate open-heart surgery to address the possibility that a large clot in my heart could cause instant death without warning.

Obviously I enjoy our company and our unit. We have created something really special now at Mighty. Just look at our recent account contract, having zero late deliverables, and flourishing our unit with people who will lend diversity. No mistrust in my spirit we will all looked at on these professional years as best available in "peoples lives", the age when we will have played a significant role in altering transportation.

I’ve ever thought of my job as your servant. Now it’s day for me to take a leave of absence were concentrated in my state. Effective instantly, Daryn is our CEO. Please proved him the respect and aid we all know he deserves. Each of us was already stepping up in new ways as we flourished. This just got all the more real for Daryn and pretty much everybody else, too.

I gotta be honest, my prognosis isn’t immense. So far, medical doctors with whom I’ve spoken have said my ailment is quite advanced, terminal, fatal. Don’t worry, I’ll be get brand-new physicians. I’ll be offline, but that will make it all the sweeter to come back when I’m ready and be amazed by all you will have accomplished. Thanks for "re giving me" the greatest honour of my professional life, and now go make me proud!

I could see lots of sobbings and scandalize. It was so sudden--for my squad and for me. The following Tuesday I phoned into the first council fulfill Daryn ran. Of direction he did immense. As we disbanded, everyone pleased me well. Every member of our board is a singular individual, and we’ve each bonded. So the goodbyes were psychological even wrap in the plated armor of venture capital. As we hung up, I realized I was surely no longer CEO. Took less than a week.

Bencke nurses up a picture of his family.

Kyle Johnson for WIRED

As it is about to change, they decided my liver and nature were too weak to risk surgery to remove that big lump. That led to three days of infirmary inertia as the oncologists and cardiologists suggested over what to do. On epoch five, Amy and a got a couple of MD friends started to question whether infirmary hell was in my best interest( one of the hospital’s endowments to me was pneumonia !), and on epoch six they got me checked out and sent home.

The clot is still here. I don’t feel better. My blood pressure is superb, my oxygen frequency 99 percent, and I have no chest pain. But in my memory I know it is there, and I know that necessitates it could detach at any second and kill me. I’ve always tried to live each day to its fullest, but this Damoclean time bomb spawns articulating goodnight to my girls all the more difficult.

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Collateral Beauty: Business Movie Review

How do you apply these 3 business strategies of Collateral Beauty into YOUR Business?

Collateral Beauty: Business Movie Review

Reviewing this movie will teach Small Business Owners business strategies of Time, Love, and Death.

Collateral Beauty (2016) is a movie that the critics got all wrong! Everyone, except the critics, said that it was exceptionally well written and acted. Many expressed the relevancy of it’s multi-potent messages of living a life that matters. The acting supports you believing this is part of your life’s experience instead of just a movie.

The Brilliant Breakthroughs, Inc. Team believes this is a movie which will deepen your appreciation, support you connecting more with those who matter, and realign your priorities. Oh, and I guess I should mention it has the potential to significantly improve YOUR Business Performance too.

The story opens with a scene that is quickly forgotten. Howard (Will Smith’s character) is the creative genius of an agency who is celebrating its phenomenal success by recognizing all the team members’ efforts with a joyful party. The story progresses forward several years to reveal Howard is disconnected and not producing. His partners, who are also good friends, are concerned about him and the future of their business. What happens next is unconventional.  (Sorry, no spoilers here!)

Collateral Beauty Business Strategy #1 Time

In the movie, Howard’s life is shown with him living in two extremely different realities. Howard understands the value of time differently than most people because of an experience. Thus, he approaches life quite differently.

Do you allow time and life events to help you realign YOUR Business Strategies?

Time is a great motivator for Small Business Owners (SBOs). More often than not, SBOs aren’t the best at managing their time. FYI: As I’ve been saying for at least a decade, “There is no such thing time management, only productivity management.”

What changes could you make to your daily schedule to support you achieving YOUR Business Goals? Incremental changes usually support change better because it isn’t such a jolt – it’s easier to keep showing up and become a winner. How can you show up better to secure the win for YOUR Business?

Would starting work each day at a stated and dedicated time improve your game? What about not quitting the day prematurely? Perhaps learning a new productivity strategy or tool would benefit YOUR Performance. Pick one and start making incremental changes this week.

Collateral Beauty Business Strategy #2 Love

Love will find a way into everyone’s heart. The question is: “Will they notice it, when it arrives?” Howard and each of his partners have a love story occurring throughout the movie. Some of them are subtle, others not. Some are related to the other business strategies here. Love shows up in different ways to get their attention.

Do you love YOUR Business? Does it still excite you to oversee it and work within it? Is YOUR Enthusiasm strong enough to show up and consistently deliver?

Ah, if you’re like most SBOs there’s a bit of a Love-Hate relationship with YOUR Business. Don’t worry, it’s natural! Why? Just like life, business ownership requires us to do things we like and don’t like.

Yet, you started YOUR Business because you had a love or passion to serve YOUR Solution to YOUR Ideal Customers, right? Yep! Are you still in love with YOUR Business?

If yes, keep rocking it and find someone to help you achieve your deliverables in record time so you can it enjoy it and life even more. If your answer is no – go on a 2 week vacation, even a stay-cation, BUT you must shut-down YOUR Business for a full two weeks.

Why? To identify if you’re just a little crispy, burned-out, or is it time for you to sell YOUR Business and move on? You’ll know when you return. Act accordingly!

Collateral Beauty Business Strategy #3 Death

The topic of death makes most people feel uncomfortable so they don’t really address it. Howard’s experience with death deeply impacts him and those closest to him.

Sometimes death and loss become great motivators. I assure you that waiting for a great loss isn’t necessary to be motivated to make a difference!

You started or acquired YOUR Business because there was some solution you wanted to offer people needing assistance. Are you fulfilling YOUR Vision?

Is YOUR Solution getting into the lives of those who need it most? If not, what can you do to rectify this? Do you need to go back to the drawing board or do you need to scale up YOUR Business? Either way, it can be simpler than you’re imagining it to be right now.

Question: Do you know where the most potential on our planet is? … In the cemeteries!

Help YOUR Business fulfill it’s mission by stepping into what it needs most to deliver YOUR Solution.

If you’re saying, “Ooooh, I need to make some changes.” Congratulations! What should you do next? Try this:

If you need help with any of these strategies or other business performance frustrations, just contact Maggie for a 30 minute conversation – either with a call or this link to discuss the gap between where you’re at and where you’d like YOUR Business to be Performing. Don’t worry, it’s not a sales conversation –  don’t bring your credit card because it won’t be accepted!

Feel free to share in the comment section which one of the Business Strategies from the Collateral Beauty movie would serve YOUR Business best right now?

THANKS FOR ALLOWING ME TO HELP YOU SIMPLIFY YOUR SMALL BUSINESS SUCCESS!

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