You wrote the list of 100.

You know how that ended.

The five names you crossed off first.
The friend who stopped answering.
The autoship that kept charging after you’d stopped believing.
The upline who was everywhere in week one and nowhere by month three.
The “three who get three” that never got three.

I wrote my 100 names in 2014. Here’s what I wish someone had told me back then:
you weren’t the problem. The mechanism was.

Four crayon sketches: garage shelves of unopened boxes; a list of 100 names with the first five crossed out; a phone with an old unanswered message; a man looking at himself in a mirror.

Just one guy telling his story. Not financial advice, not a business pitch on this page — a story.
© Jason Armbruster