on becoming a midnight Anti-Santa

and the joys of 3am binge decluttering

Al is always after me.

Al, al-most caught me last night. He knows what I want. I want pants.

Al, al-most pulled me into a new pair of pants.

Al go fast?

Al go slow.

Al go rhythmically don’t ya know.

The algorithms have figured out that I am most likely to impulsively buy something at around 11:30 at night. That’s when the relentless rain of unwanted, unrealistic coaching programs and ‘monetization softwares’ begin flashing before my eyes.

Yes, I want to make money from my writing.

And?

As a therapist former therapist (now RemarkableFool) who creates content, the promises of ‘define your niche’ and ‘monetize and serve your people’ to earn 30?, 40? 50k a month to be audacious and unbelievable.

I once fell prey to one such coaching program - Growth Tools. If they ever text or call you? DO NOT ANSWER OR REPLY.

For a mere 25k over six months they promised the moon and all of the blue cheese it is made of. The key though? I needed to believe- in myself and my products.

These parasites sell digital …