I made it safely to Turks and Caicos. You figure I'd be happy, but I'm not. I'm actually depressed right now for a variety of reasons.
The first being my product flopped. I got one sale and they refunded. I don't blame him — I launched with three videos and due to traveling, didn't add new ones for a few days. It's my fault.
This incident made me realize I felt like I was forcing myself to create the training material. I knew I had to do it, but it wasn't something I looked forward to. And since it wasn't enjoyable for me, why would I do it?
To help people? That's not a motivator for me. I'm not trying to be Mr. Nice Guy to random strangers on the internet. It's too draining and it's doesn't fit my personality type.
Today I was planning to update my program with new videos. But after the refund, why bother. No one's in the program. The motivation to pursue it is gone.
I'm now at at a crossroads. I could stick with building out the program and get members over time. I know it will make money, but I have to ask myself, "Is this really what I want to do?"
The answer right now is, no. I don't want to be responsible for other people's success. I want to do my own thing and not worry about people following through.
I've been thinking about affiliate marketing again. With affiliate marketing I can get paid to introduce people to the opportunity — then pass the responsibility to someone else. Customer service isn't sexy. I know this because a product I recently purchased made me contact support 3 different times to access my purchase. That's not cool.
So that's one reason.
The other reason why is traveling the world by yourself gets boring. I'm on a fucking island right now in middle of The Caribbean and as great as that sounds, I'm not happy. I actually seriously contemplated swimming into the ocean and not coming back. Because if this be here doesn't make me happy, I'm not sure what will.