Don’t you DARE fucking dabble!
So I’m out to dinner at a high-end restaurant in Vancouver with a friend who’s been in ‘corporate’ for the past ten years. He’s one of those guys who’s always wanted to make the transition to internet marketing but never had the balls to leave a cushy executive office.
This is the kind of guy who misses the gold rush because he’s scared shitless to jump in the river and start panning for nuggets. The kind of guy who buys government bonds and mutual funds when dotcoms are turning teenage kids into multi-millionaires overnight. The kind of guy who just never, ever seems to get it right …
I bet you know the type of sucker I’m talking about. Hell, you might even be him.
Anyways … We’re sipping our Kristal, chatting about our latest female conquests (I just screwed this hot latin bitch!), when the talk drifts to money and business. My friend – let’s call him ‘Mr X’ so as not to embarass him – mentions his recent flirtation with online sales. His exact words were: ‘Oh yeah, I dabble in internet marketing too.’
My champaign shot out of my mouth like a fucking fire hoze.
Umm … YOU WHAT?
One dabbles at paper mache, or baking, or knitting … but what kind of wanker dabbles at internet marketing? I must have heard him wrong. Misunderstanding.
What do you mean by ‘dabble’, Mr X?
‘Oh, you know, I’ve tried a few affiliate marketing methods that I learned on forums and from ebooks, sort of got my feet wet in the business. Haven’t gone too far with it yet.’
No shit, eh?
Let me tell you something. I’ve never gotten ‘my feet wet’ with anything. When I first started making money online, I was bus’ing tables at a local Denny’s. One day I thought: enough is enough, time to get PAID. Get my feet wet? You must be kidding. I ripped off my clothes and launched headfirst into the iciest internet waters I could find, which at the time was Google Adwords. I lost $2,741 my first month. My girlfriend thought I was nuts; she dumped me by text message. I stole checks from my dad’s checkbook when my bank account went dry. I lost money – I failed – I got a ride in a police car. But you know what? I never, ever gave up.
Eighteen months later, I scored my first $10,000+ day. Three months after that, I celebrated my 24th birthday as a young internet millionaire.
There are so many ways to make money online; adwords, adsense, tube sites, porn, paysites, affiliate promotion, spam email, e-whoring, CPA, blogging, content production, herbals, ebooks … whatever.
But the internet ain’t no fucking pez dispenser – you gotta work for your candy. And I’m not here to hold your hand like a little baby and wipe your ass every time you take bad medicine.
But I can tell you this …
Whatever you do in life, whether it’s internet marketing or social work or doctoring or practicing law or volunteering in Africa … put every last ounce of your energy into it – mind and body, heart and soul. Commit as if your life depends on it, because it does.
Don’t you DARE fucking DABBLE …
