Every so often, it feels like the universe is conspiring against us.
No matter how vigorously we toil nothing goes our way. “Done deals,” fall over at the eleventh hour. Hot prospects inexplicably vanish into vapour. People that owe us money, go on holidays. It seems the only people willing to speak to us are trying to sell us something.
Although this current is raging, its force will eventually cease and move swiftly in the opposing direction. Similarly, all markets spiral down, correct, and shoot to the sky yet again. Record sales periods often morph into slumps for no ostensible reason. Our energy is up, flat, and then it’s down. Nothing stays the same for long. Every state is transient in nature.