How Often is Too Often (Rebooted)

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This wasn’t going to be my post for the week but I had a conversation with someone that got me to thinking. You know, thinking about the stuff we do all the time because someone told us we’re SUPPOSED to do it .

While we were talking I was asked this question: When I’m marketing a program or webinar how often should I contact people to remind them to show up?

Good question. Here’s my thoughts.

  • Understand the motivation. Huh? Okay. There are a lotta people who sign up for stuff with really no intention of attending or using it as a just in case I have an open time slot…….” You can personally deliver the invitation a dozen times and even include a dozen roses and a box of chocolates and they ain’t coming. Maddening isnt it?

You may find this hard to believe and I’ll tell you up front, I am guilty of doing this from time to time, I don’t wanna hurt your feelings. Crazy, huh? I’m not coming and chances are you have a hundred people hanging on every word so you aren’t really going to miss me, but, just in case you are checking you’ll see my smiling face on the registration form! If I get caught I’ll tell you I’m gonna catch the replay.

That leads me to the second reason people register for our events and it can be semi-legitimate.

  • I’m gonna catch the replay. I am guilty as charged here. I registered for two webinars at roughly the same time this afternoon from two folks I like super admire and have absolute 10000% credibility with me. It’s like choosing between seeing The Beatles or The Rolling Stones. (Don’t judge me I’m old!) Sometimes, I’ll register in the hope of catching the replay.

Back to my friends original question. How often is too often?

  • A thank you for registering email is required. It lets me know I’m good to go and it gives me date, time and location and allows me to put it on my calendar. For us busy folks, like me and you,that’s a life saver. I can’t tell you how many times my Google alarm saved my bacon!
  • A reminder email or text the night before. I’m not foolish enough to believe that you’re just sitting around counting the hours and minutes until you get to be exposed to my wisdom. A gentle nudge the night before, is a reminder.
  • “We’re starting in an hour……” When folks register for any of my offerings I ask for a cell number. That’s so an hour before I start they’ll get a text message from me.
  • A thanks for attending or sorry you missed it email. This is just plain old polite! Maybe I’m not buying from you this time but I may in the future and I took the time to listen to you and stick around until the end of your webinar. You SHOULD thank me! If I didn’t make the live session there might be a link to the replay. Ya never know.

One word of caution. The other day I received an email wondering why I didn’t take advantage of the hosts offer. It suggested that I didn’t really see the value in their service and maybe coaching wasn’t for me. Did I know I was one of only a few people who didn’t register for the next offering,

I wrote back and told the host I have never bee motivated by guilt and never would be. If you’d like me to reconsider your offering there are other ways of doing it.

Really quick coz I know ya gotta go and I’ve gone on a whole lot longer than I intended. You may not wanna buy right now for a host of reasons. If someone doesn’t bite at your offer your email may want to contain a brief survey as to why.

What you don’t want to do is P**s me off by sending me an email three or four times a day telling me that everyone else in the world has registered, why haven’t I (Especially after I’d registered the previous day)

If I’m interested in your offering I’ll bookmark it and come back to it when I’ve made my decision or………..

Lemme share a secret.

I’ll wait until the very last moment when I see the host is getting desperate. It means they’re offering the same content at a reduced price. If that’s the case I’ll wait until the last minute to buy. But the quickest way to get rid of me for good is to bother me or try to shame me. I hazard a guess you’re not much different.

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This post has been updated from a post I published in July of 2020 on another blog of mine. With things beginning to loosen up a bit I thought it was timely.

“It Musta’ Been Easy For You…..”

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I was at a network meeting when someone told me how much they admired me and what I’d accomplished. I’ll spare you the list of accolades but suffice to say I walked away with a swollen head.

It seems they enjoyed my writing style and had developed the impression that I never made a single mistake or failure in the twenty years ( At the time ) I’d been in business for myself.

I asked them why they felt that way.

You’re able to pinpoint whats wrong with a situation and give advice on how to fix it. I just think you’re amazing. That’s a real gift.

I ran my hand through my beard for a few seconds and asked them if they really believed what they’d just said.

All those things I write about come from first hand experience. If I’d never made all of those mistakes I doubt I’d be standing in front of you today. I’m successful but I haven’t always felt that way.

I’d just told someone the Easter Bunny and Santa were not for real.

Do you wanna grab a cup of coffee?

When we sat down here’s what I shared with him

  • If it ain’t broke you ain’t trying hard enough
  • Most online business do not make it over a year.
  • Know|Like|Trust – Rinse and Repeat
  • There’s always another shiny object lurking around out there somewhere!

Have I enjoyed myself along the way? You bet!

Have I met some fascinating people? Uh-Huh!

Did I have opportunities I’d never dreamed of? Sure did!

But easy? Nah.

If it had come easy I wouldn’t appreciate things as much as I do.

I’ll give you one final pearl of wisdom to chew on

Never, ever forget the LESSONS of past experiences

There is a movement today that encourages us to blot out our past and cover it up with mantra’s, rainbows, unicorns and sunshine.

Don’t!

Our past is who we are and suggesting we forget it is akin to cutting off an arm or leg.

Learn from it and let it scare you sometimes because it’s a beacon, a sign, a whatever you wanna call it that says Don’t step there again.

Okay, I promised myself to stop here.

Listen to YOU

ALL of YOU

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“This moment. That’s what really matters, you all!” ~SHB

My friend Sara went to be with the Lord on July 31, 2020. She’d lived and struggled with stage four breast cancer for a long time. But when the time came, it came suddenly. One night we were chatting on FB Messenger, the next she was gone.

Just like that! Poof.

The first time I met her was at my oldest son’s wedding. She and her husband James were checking into the hotel and he called out my name.

Sara, this is Papa J

She turned around to shake my hand and the first thing I noticed was the tee shirt she was wearing

Yes, these are fake. The real ones tried to kill me

(((I’m going to like this person))))

When my mom died a few years later she reached out, gave me her phone number and we talked for the better part of a dreary winter afternoon. She was intuitive and a bonafide emapth without all the “Hey look at me I’m an empath.”

She was a wife and partner and the mother of five in a blended family.

I asked her what value she saw in having a friend thirty years older than she was and she said You don’t treat me like I’m dying.

Sara was a thoughtful and honest person and it showed in her writing. I saved this post she shared a few weeks before she passed

Time

It’s an annoyance most of times. Rushing to get out of the door, cursing traffic, nostrils flaring when you can’t find a parking spot. Time and moments when you wish you could just “time-out” of whatever it is in front of you. The thought of yet another surprise event you/family/kiddos MUST just go to.

Time. Time.Time slowly ticks second by second on that clock of life. And yet we as humans are so caught up with the nonsense in front of/around us. Calendars, appointments, alarms, punching the clock… Oh- but those seconds ticking away are truly what is making your life. It’s seconds turning into minutes turning into hours turning into days then months and years. Oh- how we get so lost on the timeline. Every second counts. Every minute counts. It ALL counts. Every single day. Make it worth it my friends!! Live it up with the best perspective and heart you can put forward!

Stuck in traffic? I bet you can find one of your favorite songs or a blast from the past that will make your ass smile!

Rushing? SLOW down! Stress is an enemy. Just go with the flow- you’ll enjoy whatever it is you feel rushed to get to way more!

Worrying about an upcoming event/future appointment/project? Well- worrying won’t make anything better!

Collect yourself and just breathe. Look around at THIS MOMENT. This moment. That’s what really matters you all! ~SHB

You got that one right my friend. The here, the now, is all that really matters.

So You Want to Be A Solopreneur.

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All sorts of buckets and people with helmets spent close to a week in my back yard trying to figure out why all of their gadgets, dials and collective knowledge that told my internet provider I should be connected to the internet weren’t working.

Dead as a door nail!

But lets go back to the beginning, shall we?

About four weeks ago I started noticing that I’d be typing or chatting away, not a care in the world, when all of a sudden I’d have no internet connection.

I’d unplug the modem, reheat my tea and try again. For awhile it worked. Then, the outages became more frequent and I quickly tired of walking across the room to reboot the router.

My bladder was yelling “I give” for all of the tea I’d fed it.

The next step was to call my internet provider whose recorded voice told me that due to the high volume of calls they were experiencing the average wait time was ten years.

Okay, it was forty five minutes.

It turned out to be 90 minutes and after a brief conversation I was told there were no reported outages and please call the service number and they would remotely check my connections. The cheery person on the other end told me that ninety five percent of the time it took care of the issues.

“Technology” she said with a chuckle. She would be glad to connect me. Sixty minutes later, another pleasant voice told me, wait for it, due to the high volume of calls someone would contact me in the next twenty four to forty eight hours.

With my luck it would be three in the morning.

(If I could find an MP3 with a clock ticking I’d share it.)

Two days later someone called and tested my connection. I should be connected. The diagnosis? I didn’t have a problem. I should have a internet connection.

I didn’t

The next step was to involve a senior technician who showed up on a Sunday afternoon. At this point I didn’t care if they showed up at midnight on Monday. He was outside for a long time, came in and asked me when I had the internet connection installed.

1997

Pardon me?

1997

That explains your issue. Your connection hardware or whatever it’s called was grossly out of date.

The next day the trucks and booms and people with cables and gadgets and if you are old enough to remember Arlo Guthries song Alice’s Restaurant it looked like they indeed had “shovels and rakes and other implements of destruction.”

They rewired the connection from the pole to my house. Now it was time to replace my router and modem.

But wait! The connection was blocked by a rather large and heavy china cabinet that was full of, well, full of china! I had to call a son or two, and empty the china cabinet under the very watchful eye of Joan who threatened my life if any of her family heirlooms were damaged in the process.

Two hours later my internet was restored.

Why am I telling you this?

If you work a day or night job and the internet blows up, you are still getting paid. You may have to do some busy work until it’s fixed but you’re getting paid. My business, which is almost totally online came to a grinding halt.

I’m not complaining. I’ve been there before and now I only freak out for a few hours when stuff like this happens. I created a few work around’s and most people understood my plight.

We take a lotta things for granted until they are beyond our grasp. Part of being solopreneur is not so much being prepared for this kind of stuff but being aware that in some form or fashion it will happen.

That’s why I havent posted for close to four weeks.

Oh yeah, there was a pleasant distraction. Meet Molly and Morgan who are almost 3 weeks old. My twin granddaughters!

It dawned on me that it would been a lot easier if I told you that the dog threw up on my homework!

A Moment of Clarity

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Have you ever heard the story about the people of Israel who wandered in the desert for forty years trying to find a home?

Did you know that from Point A to Point B was roughly a ten day trip in a straight line?

Do you know anyone who walks in a straight line?

I don’t .

I mostly zig and zag and then back track, stall, procrastinate, pray, curse, pray more, curse more, think about quiting, curse the fates and rinse and repeat.

It’s not too often that I have a moment of clarity. I walk around in a fog mostly mumbling about my bad luck and asking God to shine a light in front of me so my path is clear.

I’ve been struggling for 21 years, Struggling with one question.

What is it you do, John?

Oh, I’ve answered the question in sentences and paragraphs, complete with graphs, testimonials, SEO and all that other marketing heeby – jeeby stuff. But let me ask you something. Have you ever walked away from an experience and feel les than satisficed? Like you’re wandering in the desert for forty years or so?

If you’ve been a solopreneur for any length of time you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t know yet, no worries. Your day is coming.

Anyways, a few weeks ago the admin of a Facebook group I’m in asked the question What is is you do?

Shit. That question again.

This time though God, the Universe, my sprit guides, angels and ancestors………… gave me a sliver of clarity and a valuable lesson.

To help other people; especially those people who didn’t have all the advantages I’ve had.

The clouds parted, the thunder ceased and just for a brief moment everything was in harmony.

Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I’ve always done!

So, here is my mindfulness experience for this past week:

Clarity comes when and where it chooses. Forcing it only makes it tarry a bit longer. The harder you push the harder it digs in.

Clarity is a gift. It is not a process. When we try to turn clarity into a workshop, seminar, or webinar, we come up short. It cant be taught. It has to be experienced.

Forty seven dollars and a workbook do not provide us with clarity in our lives or our businesses, regardless of what the “Poohroos” tell us. Clarity comes from living life.

I’m qualified to do a lotta things but what I do best is help other people especially those folks who didn’t have all of the opportunities in life I’ve had. It’s the marginalized people, the forgotten, the ridiculed.

Yeah them people, and right now, everything seems pretty damned clear to me.

What is it you do? I’m anxious to know.