POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE
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From: An infusion center with questionable Wi-Fi and a Spotify playlist clearly going through something.
Population: One determined email list builder, two frozen gluten-free waffles, one padded stool pulling double duty as my desk.
Today’s Forecast: Emotional Quicksand With a Chance of Wi-Fi
Minor Victories & Other Misadventures
The Wi-Fi spent the morning playing hide-and-seek.
GoToMeeting decided my Mac had committed heinous crimes against software and permanently revoked its privileges.
My phone informed me I wasn’t connected to the internet . . . using the internet. That took talent.
My headphones resigned without giving two weeks’ notice. I respected their decision.
The only reliable technology I had all day? Two frozen gluten-free waffles.
Turns out they’re excellent iPhone cooling devices. Tasty too.
What Punched Me in the Face
Somewhere between failed logins and frozen waffles, I realized something.
I wasn’t frustrated because things were going wrong.
I was frustrated because nothing looked like it was happening.
No new subscribers.
No comments.
No replies.
No obvious proof that three months of work mattered.
That’s when my brain started asking one of the most dangerous questions an entrepreneur can ask:
“Is anyone even out there?” This question deserved it’s own name – the Echo Chamber.
It’s that lonely part of the journey where all you hear is your own doubt bouncing back at you.
No applause.
No feedback.
Just silence convincing you that silence means failure. Silence isn’t empty. It’s where your future audience hasn’t arrived yet.
Translation: You’re early to the meeting. They’re on their way.
Wish You Were Here
Then I looked at my day again.
Figured out raw HTML and built my first real opt-in.
Started a new AWeber list to handshake with the HTML opt in for blog subscribers.
Wrestled the AWeber WordPress plugin into submission after it decided the footer of my blog was apparently a great place to go into hiding.
Published more on LinkedIn.
Got clearer on who is standing at The Edge with me, and who I’m actually writing for, not just who I hope will subscribe.
None of these things light up a dashboard. Or make for exciting screenshots.
But they matter.
The dashboard measures attention. It doesn’t measure momentum.
I asked, “Will they come?” I then figured out the best question to ask was: “When they show up will they find something worth staying for?”
Those are two very different attitudes. One chases attention. The other earns trust. I’m building the second one.
Wi-Fi will decide to behave and return.
Confidence hopefully will too. Until then I’ll keep creating.
Because silence isn’t the opposite of progress.
Quitting is.
What’s Waiting at the Edge
Every time I think I’ve figured something out . . . The Edge texts me new GPS coordinates.
This week I’m stepping into:
- My first solo ad campaign for ClickBank Profit Club. Apparently “send traffic” involves considerably more than wishing really hard and repeating positive affirmations.
- UTM tracking. Because hyperlinks have become surprisingly high maintenance.
- Continuing to build an audience worth serving — and creating something worth their time when they get here.
Growth doesn’t happen after uncertainty. It happens because of it.
Ready for What’s Next?
Building an online business is messier and a whole lot funnier—than the gurus dare let on. When there’s something worth sharing, you’ll get a Postcard from The Edge.
Expect real experiments.
Painful mistakes.
Occasional technical disasters.
Frequent face plants. Mostly mine.
The Edge isn’t a place. It’s where comfort taps out.
Where certainty nose dives off a cliff. And technology develops a personal grudge against you.
Businesses aren’t built at The Edge. You are.
