{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"myBlogd - Free Publishing and Advertising","provider_url":"https:\/\/myblogd.com","author_name":"King_0f_dairy_queen","author_url":"https:\/\/myblogd.com\/index.php\/author\/king_0f_dairy_queen\/","title":"THE DOWNFALL OF THE STUBBORN ENTREPRENEUR - myBlogd - Free Publishing and Advertising","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"7CyRL9ybyR\"><a href=\"https:\/\/myblogd.com\/index.php\/2024\/11\/25\/the-downfall-of-the-stubborn-entrepreneur\/\">THE DOWNFALL OF THE STUBBORN ENTREPRENEUR<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/myblogd.com\/index.php\/2024\/11\/25\/the-downfall-of-the-stubborn-entrepreneur\/embed\/#?secret=7CyRL9ybyR\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;THE DOWNFALL OF THE STUBBORN ENTREPRENEUR&#8221; &#8212; myBlogd - Free Publishing and Advertising\" data-secret=\"7CyRL9ybyR\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! 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I had been attempting to get more clients and leads for my business. To a certain extent. It was a summer Saturday morning, and my father told me to get a friend because it was time to travel to the auction and purchase some calves for our modest 10-acre farm. Even though it was going to be a very mundane day, my buddy Lynn and I couldn&#8217;t wait to get out of the house and go on a little excursion together. (And here&#8217;s where the word &#8220;almost&#8221; comes into play. I have a strong suspicion that it was Lynn, but I can&#8217;t say for sure! My apologies go out to Lynn and the other friend that came along with me. This occurred many years ago, and well, memories tend to fade&#8230;) In the old auction house, Lynn and I found seats near the top of the bleachers, and Dad took his place in the front row, where he remained ready to place bids using the auction paddle. Animals of every kind, including cows, pigs, and others, were brought there, sold, and then taken to their new homes. I had expected that we would be leaving the auction once my father had obtained the calves he had come for; nevertheless, my father continued to sit in his seat with the bidding paddle still in his hand. I didn&#8217;t give it much thought; I figured he was probably simply adding up all of his purchases, and all we could do was wait it out. Then, though, the horses entered the ring for the sale. At long last, something interesting to look at! Back then, to say that I had a passion for horses would be an understatement. Used copies of the classic classics Black Beauty and Black StallionI have read every book in the Black Beauty series from beginning to end. I was completely enamored with The Black Stallion and all of the amazing experiences he had. At every available opportunity, I drew horses. During recess, my buddies and I used to ride horses in the back field behind Bradner Elementary School. It was a lot of fun. Keeping all of this in mind, you can understand the ecstatic surprise I had when I saw my father place a bid on a grey three-quarter Arabian mare. I got so excited that I sprung out of my seat, and I couldn&#8217;t believe what I was seeing. We had been living on the farm for two years, and ever since we moved there, I had been pleading with my parents to get me a horse. What would you like to receive for the holidays, Susan? It&#8217;s a horse. What would you like to receive as a gift on your birthday, Susan? It&#8217;s a horse. And here we are, at last, with my pleading paying off! Or could it have been an example of the Law of Attraction in action? When Dad got the winning bid, my sister Lynn and I went as fast as we could to the back paddocks to find my new best buddy. (My apologies, Lynn.) When I arrived at the horse I ended up naming Misty, the previous owner who had just sold her inquired as to whether or not she would be mine. I burst out laughing and yelled, &#8220;Yes, sir!&#8221; Then I felt a pit in my stomach. He stated that she is not broken, but that you are unable to ride her and that she is quite combative. Lynn and I immediately went back to my father after learning this information so that we could inform him of our concerns that he had made a terrible error. Thankfully, he allayed my concerns and informed me that we could break her in on our own, and that it wouldn&#8217;t be long until I would be able to ride her. And sure enough, in a matter of weeks, she was trained to be ridden and ready to go. The one and only drawback was that she ultimately proved to be more of an obstinate mule than Black Beauty! Without a doubt, I could mount her. But only in the direction that SHE desired to go! To be fair, I did exert some influence, but it wasn&#8217;t very significant. It turned out that she enjoyed it when we went to the house of our neighbor who lived to the left. It seems the grass on their side was greener than the grass on ours. And it worked out well for me since the majority of the times I rode her, I was going to the house of a neighbor. Chester the colt, I, and Misty are all here. Therefore, we got along swimmingly. On the other hand, there were occasions when I wished I could visit a different location. You may, for example, exit the driveway to the right and go to the home of another acquaintance instead. Nope. She was unmovable in her stance. Never. Even. One. Step. When I was at my wit&#8217;s end, I&#8217;d turn her around, and she&#8217;d break into a full gallop on the way to her reliable patch of grassy sanctuary. You&#8217;re probably wondering what relevance this has to business ownership at this point, aren&#8217;t you? Leaving aside the inherent amusement value of the tale in question! So, let&#8217;s get down to business here. The vast majority of you are identical to Misty. I mean this in the kindest possible way&#8230;I&#8217;m not referring to you as a horse at all! More like a mule than anything else&#8230; Consider this: how many times has your business coach or mentor suggested that you alter the way that you were conducting certain tasks in order to expand your company, but you ignored their advice? When I was working with our customers, I&#8217;ve lost track of the number of times"}