When you woke up this morning you weren’t planning on wearing the air of desperation. You reached for a cup of coffee and a check-in with a few friends, but first you pulled up your bank accounts. And before you was a lot of red… lots of minus signs. You spit out your coffee and the cold hand of shock overtook you. No one would hold you accountable for the coffee or the shock. After all, you have been doing everything the gurus, the online marketers, the newsletters, the tweets, the teleseminars had told you to do. You’ve listened, added value to every post you have made everywhere on the Internet. You retweeted others posts, gave helpful info to those asking. You posted, you plotted, danced fast and kept your eye on the ball.
Not only have you created info-products that were going to bring in lots of passive income, articles are uploaded to any site that will take them. You use affiliate links for even more of that delicious passive income. And when you went to sleep last night you were secure in the knowledge that lots of money was pouring into your bank account.
So no one would fault you for the shock of seeing red in your bank account. But then it happened. Panic set in. You started postings links to all your products to any social media site you could. You pulled out every affiliate email to any product in your stable of products and became red-faced with the effort of sending out emails.
Slowly people began to hide your posts, uncircle you completely. A couple even accused you of awful things. If they could look you in your face, they wouldn’t have anyway. They just backed away and closed the virtual door behind you.
And then you were in the back of your closet pulling out the unopened box set of Emerson, Lake and Palmer that some friend gave you. Certainly EBay would save you? The circle of sweat starts to grow and without meaning to you had put on the cloak of shame. Then the shadowy things with sharp claws and screechy voices started, “buy gold, sell gold”, “buy this list of 10,000 names”, “here this software will make you money”, “Sell this PLR pack of 100, 000 top-notch articles for only 10.97”. You feel them nipping at your feet, and feel them brushing your hair, while you tap furiously at the computer, all the time mumbling, “Surely this time, this thing will take off”.
Really all you wanted to do today was have a little fun, bask in the passive income rolling in. Chat amicably with your virtual buddies and live in the air of success you have been planning and working so hard to attain. Instead all there is this smell of desperation, the shame of failure and not even a dime to buy some comfort for your harried soul.
Can you relate? I know more than a few people who can. I have chatted with friends who tell me the same story, they put forward a successful face online but they are dying each day. Struggling.
I am not offering you much here. I have no product to sell you. There are no links to point you to salvation. I just want to offer you this. You are not alone. There are people like you who have not hit the sweet spot of success or even solvency. They, like you, are decent folk trying to live a decent life.
Again you are not alone.
Maybe try this link – http://www.underearnersanonymous.org/symptoms.html , no salvation promised.
Or, get some friends together. I know, we should only talk about our successes, but also need to share the failures, the obstacles to get to the next level. You can confess online or keep it to a few select few. Again, you are not alone. Don’t let those shadowy things steal your soul. Tomorrow, next week or in six months the line will be above red and you will be OK. Hold on. Hold on. We are in this together.