Well I did it. I’m about to pop but am sworn to secrecy.
So, suffice it to say… the game is afoot.
Carry on, there’s nothing to see here. Nothing.
That’s what ails me. So many interconnected gears. Spinning such different ways.
It’s not merely ‘interesting times’ as the old Chinese curse goes. It’s overwhelming.
Tried multiple cures for this curse. Physical, spiritual, financial. Nothing’s been efficacious for the tsunami rolling over my normally pellucid calming thoughts.
Ok, this hasn’t helped today. Writing about the miasma is just like arguing with a pig. Annoying everyone, except the pig, who finds it amusing.
Before the storm.Christmas is about wrapped up. Corporate anyway, family is always last minute as we wait to see if there’s any cash laying about.
The Christmas cards, our best effort ever, are ordered. I’ll start addressing envelopes this weekend touch wood. Dirty dozen, plank holder, some highly targeted instigators client, and partner gifts are all in the gift wrap room.
The only hole is prospects. They’re getting nothing.
Not particularly proud of that fact, as gifting prospects has always paid off.
It’s always paid off in meetings. Conversations. Pitches. More meetings. Conferences. Rabbit trails. Introductions.
And unpaid consulting.
My colleagues have really helped me rein in my profligate unpaid consulting. And I think my unrestrained excessive Christmas largesse is and has been yet another incarnation of that spilling the candy. In the lobby.
Was. Was is the operative word here.
This year we tighten our tribes in an intimate, authentic, and unexpected manner.
And if you’re tall enough to ride the ride, which I kinda doubt, turn yourself in. But expect an invoice.
This machine is coin operated.
Cash, grass, or ass.
Related-I gave away another $50,000 idea yesterday, so don’t feel that rule#9 is in jeopardy. It’s not. Great advice is still always free from us. But not implementation. That’s expensive as Hells.
P.S.-vapid rule #6, however, is on very thin golram ice.
Especially if this cold snap continues.
That’s what’s awesome. Unconditional love. Puppy style. Playful and wildly exuberant until total and complete exhaustion. The sleeping puppy is #149% more peaceful than the sleepIng human, adult or child. She exudes bliss.
As do her kisses.
This new puppy, little Lilly lovegood. #levaithanpuppy. She’s a breath of fresh air.
Everything is here now. All the Christmas gear is outta the laser room and is being lovingly wrapped.
How far we’ve come.
I’ll never forget our first Christmas, chocolate covered nuts in a wooden box with a generic hallmark style Christmas card.
Your. Logo. Here.
Smelled like heaven, that brand new m6 that I was breaking in for the racetrack. White with paddle shifters. Kinda twitchy.
The presents filled the trunk and back seat. One client still has that wooden box on her desk. Uses it for her collection of business cards.
Doubt she kept the card. I sure didn’t.
This year I expect the cards to be stolen, hidden, and used again. And the different swag elements may well outlive me.
Not even kidding.
Retail price not much different than the golram chocolate covered nuts. Staying power infinitely more.
Intimate. Authentic. Unexpected.
An arrow for your quiver. A round for your bandoleer. A timeless spin of the wrist. A guidebook for your personal revolution.
Swag. Worth. Stealing.
It’s too late for you to turn yourself in THIS year.
Praps next year you’ll finally man up and get serious about the marketing legacy you wanna leave.
Or Praps you’ll send another tin of popcorn.
Dozens of wings. Dozens of mates. Plenty of adult bev.
Planned the next two events, one last week and one at the #wingdingdoodle.
Yeah I did it. Shamelessly turned this weeks project #interruption into a sell sheet. And did it through the lens of this weekends car crash.
Selling fear. Selling pain.
Not the fun and novelty side MY brain prefers.
Why? Dunno if it actually works better, although prof.dr caldini seems to think so, but because it FELT right.
As Hk steps up his search for and outfitting of his first car, it’s easy to prothletize.
Yeah, ima golram evangelical when it comes to some things, and our safety is one of em.
Stick shifting training a few weeks ago made one thing very,very clear. A kids first car should be a manual transmission, not merely because it makes em a better driver (although it does) but also because it’s damn hard to text and drive. A consideration that wasn’t part of the safety equation when I learned to drive.
And the bug out kit in the trunk needs to have some essential elements. Spare. Jack. Tools. Jacket. First aid kit. Water. Snacks. Umbrella. Blanket. Flares? Dunno if those are even allowed anymore.
What’s missing from that list? Koozie. Stressball. Sweatervests. Mousepad. Key chain. Cheap plastic pen. Memo pad. Refer magnet. Crapswag.
Your bug out kit is almost certainly a #kooziefreezone. Why isn’t your marketing kit similarly robust?!
Be. Prepared. Shit happens. Have a plan. And a plan b.
Whatchya gonna treat that sucking chest wound with, skippy? A koozie?