I Will Be Going Back In The Valley Of Death... Please Wish Me Luck Before I Did Of Overwhelming Lameness
Yep. The Valley Of Death.
A place I went to before and left.
I thought I'd never go back for I hated it there. It was hell to me.
I never looked back.
The Valley Of Death is calling me back.
Every time she calls, it's like the scream of a siren that makes me cringe.
Reluctantly, I've turned my head. To look back.
And I make the first few steps to go back to that valley...
I've since re-joined a bunch of annoying, cliched self-help Facebook Groups.
Why? Because it's a legit method to generate traffic back to my blog. It's a place that at least focuses on building community first among people and not just a place to spam links.
This is how I want to engage with others and gain a bigger audience.
But oh my fucking god...
I have to indulge in all the cliched tropes these self-helpers, entrepreneurs, gurus, experts, life coaches or whatever the fuck they wanna call themselves spew forth everyday.
"WOOHOO! I love Mondays!"
"What are you thankful for today?!"
"[RANDOM ASS INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE HERE!]"
"Click here to learn how I quit my job and make six-figures doing what I love in 6 months!"
And other annoying shit...
Wish me luck!