CHAPTER ONE- THINKING LIKE AN ENTREPRENEUR

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According to the author , the first step toward becoming an entrepreneur requires no action at all. It is not about acting, but thinking. Thinking like an entrepreneur enables you to know that you chase a passion and not cash ; have a passion and you will make money. Want only to make money and you won’t. Be driven by what you do, in other words love what you do.
Enjoy Business and people. Entrepreneurship is fundamentally about people and relationships. You must first enjoy what you do, so that when it becomes so challenging you won’t be overwhelmed
Enjoy Making Mistakes. According to the author, entrepreneurs should be ready to make mistakes – lots of them. Give yourself a pat on the back every time something doesn’t work because your mistakes will ultimately allow you to figure out how to succeed.
Commit To Getting Started. There are too many people who merely wish they could be entrepreneurs. They imagined what it would be like to run their own businesses. They dream and talk about wanting to become entrepreneurs but, behind the words, there are no actions to make it happen; they find it easier to come up with excuses for not doing it and delude themselves that they are going to do it .
According to the author, it doesn’t matter how you get started as long as you do . you can however start it by combining it with your paid job.

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