"Reflection is the doorway to Heaven on Earth."
Like you, I once dreamed of becoming a writer—the kind of hero whose words could sweep you off your feet in moments of desperation, whisking you away to realms of fantasy and adventure, far from the mundane chores of everyday life.
Setting Myself Up For Failure
Like you, I wanted it so badly—the freedom, the lifestyle. Sipping green juice on a beach, oversized shades on, my laptop balanced on my knees as the sun kisses my bare skin in the 39ºC heat, somewhere on a tropical island in Costa Rica.
What a beautiful sight; shame the sun was so bright I couldn’t see the freaking screen—oh, the allure of the blogger lifestyle, served up in cute little doses like those sweet French pansy cakes. You only need a small bite, and you’re in. Of course, like you, I was hooked by the “I make six figures writing online—buy my course, and I’ll show you real quick how you can, too.”
You’re probably wiser than my naive self was just four years ago, and you know…
