Stage 1 day 28
Good lord, this has been a challenging week.
Never mind that both learning copy and sales for the traffic biz have been slow. Over the weekend I had a small discussion with my mom and had to endure a nice little lecture about how much potential I'm wasting...if only I had a normal day job, it could be so different.
Not gonna f$#king happen lol
I made the mistake of telling her that my traffic biz was slow and that learning copy has been a grind so far. To me: so what? To her: oh God, the world is ending.
She's one of those who naturally gravitates to the worst possible outcome of any situation, then cooks in the misery of the thought. She denies that she does it, but enough poking and prodding to inquire why tears run down her face reveal exactly that.
While this is a natural motherly thing, it's annoying as shit. Here she is thinking I've failed at life, when really, I'm just evolving to become the man i want to be who has quite a bit more $$ stowed away than she realizes. It's hard to argue with someone who has a cemented belief, so I just let her rant and tell me about the open jobs at the hospital she works at that I would be a 'perfect fit' for.
So, that sort of ruined my weekend, though it wasn't going well anyway (this type of shit just makes me laugh out loud). Like opening a cut wider with a nice rugged blade. How much can you really bleed? No, that was a serious question *fingers blade menacingly*
And oddly enough, I'm used to all of this already. All of it. From the first time I started pursuing business instead of getting another job (last job 6+ years ago I had been laid off), to grinding and getting my biz into shape, to having massive ups and downs in past relationships that both defined my life and gave me the most exhaustible low points I had ever experienced.
Something tells me the next year or so will be a lot of character building for me. Life lessons, business lessons - all that goodness shoved down my throat.
Either run to keep up with the train or slow down and get mangled so horribly not even your dental records can identify your remains. Which would you prefer? Hmmm *thinks deeply*
I'm not even sure I would call this resistance, really. It just feels like life getting a bit rough around the edges. Nothing horrible or traumatizing, but enough zing to wake you up and really make you feel the sting of your mistakes.
So, unless this week ends up drastically different, that's where I'm at right now.
The upside is that my copy coach is getting a tiny bit more aggressive with editing my sales pages and pointing out my errors.
You see, I enjoy when I'm corrected like that. I don't like when people just say it's great. You don't grow with constant praise; the real growth comes from failing and having your mistakes bite you in the ass.
That's how smart resilient people grow from what I have observed, anyway. I actually know a few in the biz world who always take the path of least resistance so the mistakes can be minimal and their achievements as grand as brushing their teeth everyday.
I don't know. I know my path has a rough road with pot holes and road ragers armed with machine guns, but what's life without a bit of excitement, huh?
Good lord, this has been a challenging week.
Never mind that both learning copy and sales for the traffic biz have been slow. Over the weekend I had a small discussion with my mom and had to endure a nice little lecture about how much potential I'm wasting...if only I had a normal day job, it could be so different.
Not gonna f$#king happen lol
I made the mistake of telling her that my traffic biz was slow and that learning copy has been a grind so far. To me: so what? To her: oh God, the world is ending.
She's one of those who naturally gravitates to the worst possible outcome of any situation, then cooks in the misery of the thought. She denies that she does it, but enough poking and prodding to inquire why tears run down her face reveal exactly that.
While this is a natural motherly thing, it's annoying as shit. Here she is thinking I've failed at life, when really, I'm just evolving to become the man i want to be who has quite a bit more $$ stowed away than she realizes. It's hard to argue with someone who has a cemented belief, so I just let her rant and tell me about the open jobs at the hospital she works at that I would be a 'perfect fit' for.
So, that sort of ruined my weekend, though it wasn't going well anyway (this type of shit just makes me laugh out loud). Like opening a cut wider with a nice rugged blade. How much can you really bleed? No, that was a serious question *fingers blade menacingly*
And oddly enough, I'm used to all of this already. All of it. From the first time I started pursuing business instead of getting another job (last job 6+ years ago I had been laid off), to grinding and getting my biz into shape, to having massive ups and downs in past relationships that both defined my life and gave me the most exhaustible low points I had ever experienced.
Something tells me the next year or so will be a lot of character building for me. Life lessons, business lessons - all that goodness shoved down my throat.
Either run to keep up with the train or slow down and get mangled so horribly not even your dental records can identify your remains. Which would you prefer? Hmmm *thinks deeply*
I'm not even sure I would call this resistance, really. It just feels like life getting a bit rough around the edges. Nothing horrible or traumatizing, but enough zing to wake you up and really make you feel the sting of your mistakes.
So, unless this week ends up drastically different, that's where I'm at right now.
The upside is that my copy coach is getting a tiny bit more aggressive with editing my sales pages and pointing out my errors.
You see, I enjoy when I'm corrected like that. I don't like when people just say it's great. You don't grow with constant praise; the real growth comes from failing and having your mistakes bite you in the ass.
That's how smart resilient people grow from what I have observed, anyway. I actually know a few in the biz world who always take the path of least resistance so the mistakes can be minimal and their achievements as grand as brushing their teeth everyday.
I don't know. I know my path has a rough road with pot holes and road ragers armed with machine guns, but what's life without a bit of excitement, huh?
