When I Got Hit In The Balls
Posted 21st August 2013 at 09:14 AM by DocTheCoach
OK.
Stop scanning this post for links. There are none.
I want you to know how I became successful at online marketing, but the truth is embarrassing to admit.
Here it is. Nothing held back.
I retired at what you would call a ridiculously young age. But I ‘retired’ because I wanted to run away from a high pressure job managing
hedge funds and pension money. I did it for 12 years.
During which my hair turned grey. My back began to ache. My time with wife and family dwindled to nothing.
I was dying from stress.
So I talked to my wife and, despite almost nothing being left of our marriage because I’d been so career-consumed, she agreed that I needed to leave that business.
I quit right away.
Now, money was no immediate issue, so I tried volunteering. I considered writing the Next Great American Novel. I talked too much to the dog.
Mostly, I just settled into a routine with too much TV and sleep.
The only good thing to come of all this is that my hair stopped falling out.
Then I discovered Internet Marketing. Fell for it immediately, in fact.
I bought stuff to set up my new venture. I was excited – and I listened to presentation after presentation with wide-eyed interest.
Selling stuff on the Web was making people rich. I was next.
When I would share this with my wife she would politely nod and then turn to make dinner.
Months slipped by. I bought more ‘tools’ to make it big.
I was buying crap, saving it in a special Internet Marketing folder on my hard drive, and then promptly forgetting that I owned it.
And then I realized how amazingly lost I was. Lost and also in a ratty looking XM Radio t-shirt, 4-days beard stubble splotched across my cheeks.
My desk looked like a bomb had exploded and 90 percent of the junk was coffee-stained manuals, printed out from all the junk I was buying. There were 11 empty Coke cans tossed in and around my piles.
I had a fresh nightmare on my hands. It was time to have yet another conversation with a wife who had already seen me quit before.
——
This post is already too long and I’ll share the rest of it tomorrow in a second and final part. You are going to wonder if we all define success
the same way, though.
doc
Stop scanning this post for links. There are none.
I want you to know how I became successful at online marketing, but the truth is embarrassing to admit.
Here it is. Nothing held back.
I retired at what you would call a ridiculously young age. But I ‘retired’ because I wanted to run away from a high pressure job managing
hedge funds and pension money. I did it for 12 years.
During which my hair turned grey. My back began to ache. My time with wife and family dwindled to nothing.
I was dying from stress.
So I talked to my wife and, despite almost nothing being left of our marriage because I’d been so career-consumed, she agreed that I needed to leave that business.
I quit right away.
Now, money was no immediate issue, so I tried volunteering. I considered writing the Next Great American Novel. I talked too much to the dog.
Mostly, I just settled into a routine with too much TV and sleep.
The only good thing to come of all this is that my hair stopped falling out.
Then I discovered Internet Marketing. Fell for it immediately, in fact.
I bought stuff to set up my new venture. I was excited – and I listened to presentation after presentation with wide-eyed interest.
Selling stuff on the Web was making people rich. I was next.
When I would share this with my wife she would politely nod and then turn to make dinner.
Months slipped by. I bought more ‘tools’ to make it big.
I was buying crap, saving it in a special Internet Marketing folder on my hard drive, and then promptly forgetting that I owned it.
And then I realized how amazingly lost I was. Lost and also in a ratty looking XM Radio t-shirt, 4-days beard stubble splotched across my cheeks.
My desk looked like a bomb had exploded and 90 percent of the junk was coffee-stained manuals, printed out from all the junk I was buying. There were 11 empty Coke cans tossed in and around my piles.
I had a fresh nightmare on my hands. It was time to have yet another conversation with a wife who had already seen me quit before.
——
This post is already too long and I’ll share the rest of it tomorrow in a second and final part. You are going to wonder if we all define success
the same way, though.
doc
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