business

MM demands so much time and energy that I give up some things—teaching English to TZ, a Burmese refugee—and sacrifice others—my gym membership, time on the bike. Once I get sacked from the big project I decide to run down my business too. Trouble is, it just won’t seem to run down.

At the job interview for MM I indicate that I have two outstanding jobs lined up through my business involving three trips each to Ballarat and Castlemaine to train mentors. They look a doddle before working for MM heaves into view. My relief at completing the travel and the training is huge.

While presenting my first level one MM training I get an email from East Loddon P-12 College asking me to train mentors in a one-off three-hour session. What can I say? It’s not sufficient time  to really do a proper job, but I’d rather they had one good training session than none at all. I say yes.

On Wednesday I get an email from my former Bendigo employer. The staff miss the fortnightly bulletin I wrote, edited and collated for four years—95 editions. I’m sad and glad. The deputy CEO asks if I’d consider editing a new monthly double-page edition with the same quirky feel? I will not only consider it, I’ll do it.

The current financial year is about to end and my business earns twice this year—over  S16k—what it earns last year, which is twice that of any since it began in 2005.

After seven years the thing has gathered the momentum that a website and nice business cards could not achieve. By word of mouth and quality products—hate that concept, so I’ll call them good works—business generates more business.

Six months ago I thought this might be my only income in 2012. Now I have a job and need no extra income. I doubt I could make a living income from my business, but if I had to, maybe, just maybe.

Rock on.