Here’s a picture of me checking my email and typing this blog, my netbook on my lap.

We’re taking a break up at the coast again, so I’m running things from the table in the garden, and through the bottom of a wine glass (evenings only of course, and the occasional lunchtime)

I’m still in touch with business partners and my priceless assistant is running the business for me so all is in safe hands.

We have a grab bag that contains all the requirements for ‘mobile business’ such as various leads, headsets, adapters, pen drives, passwords, spare power supplies, notebooks, access codes and other stuff that we need to run the biz.

It just gets chucked in the car whenever we wander off, along with my netbook and iphone and suddenly everything it totally portable.

We could (and have) run things like this for weeks and even months at a time.

It’s not all plain sailing though. Aweber has a weird glitch that wouldn’t let me access my account for 5 days. It let me in OK, but when I tried to write a broadcast message and save it, it just told me my login had expired and chucked me out.

Luckily I pre-scheduled all the important stuff before I left home and that’s all gone out fine.

So I feel like a gypsy in a way I never did when I was working at a 9-5.

A vacation was something that was ‘fixed’. You knew when you were setting off and when you had to be back at work.

There seemed to be a very definite start and finish to the whole thing.

It was like being at the starting line for a race…

‘BANG! then gun goes off and you have to get into ‘holiday mode’ as quickly as possible, and get up to ‘maximum enjoyment’ (always seemed a bit forced to me)

And for me there was always the thought in the back of my brain that ‘in another 9 days I’ll be back at work with no vacation for another 8 months!’

It might be my weirdness but I always felt the same on Sundays too – I couldn’t really enjoy the day any more after Sunday lunchtime because the big sweaty spectre of going back to the grind on MOnday morning always really pissed me off.

Now it all merges into one. No definite plans for when we come and go, and I enjoy working from a different location.

The pace of life is just as slow as it is when we’re at home.

And you know the best bit?

You don’t have to earn thousands per month to live like this.

You basically only need the same as your current salary, or that you currently live on.

All you need is enough to quit your job.

If you go into the whole IM thing giving yourself a hard time and trying to match marketers who’ve been doing it for years and are earning $10k, $30k, $100k a month you’re buggered before you start.

You’re pushing the bar too high. You’ll never make the leap.

Jeez, when you experience the freedom of having your salary equivalent go into the bank each month but WITHOUT you having to go into a place of work 40 hours a week or more…

Well you just might decide that you don’t WANT to earn $30k a month and you’re more than happy with free time for you and your family and just enjoy the couple of grand that means you don’t need to work for an employer.

If you’re reading this and thinking ‘It’s OK for you -you’ve done the hard work already’ then you’re dead right, I have.

So now it’s your turn.

And if you feel all fired up and think ‘YES I CAN do this’, then you’re feeling the exact same emotion that me, and most other successful marketers felt at some point in their lives.

You’ve just got to put one foot in front of the other and move forward a step at a time.

The first one’s the worst of course 🙂 but after that they get easier.

Here’s what  my ‘desk’ looked like earlier as we prepared dinner.  Fresh local seafood done in garlic and white wine, and lotsa wine to drink too.

I’m off to relax now, but allow me to leave you with this thought…

Before I got into marketing I had various jobs and didn’t care too much for any of them.

Also I never earned much above average income before I got into internet marketing. usually below.

I was just some bloke struggling with finances, hating my time being sapped by my employer and dreading the thought of getting up, day after day, to go into work until I retired on a crappy pension.

The pictures in this post might look like the ultimate boring experience to many peopke reading this. But it’s how I (we, as a family) choose to live.

The key word of course is ‘choose’.

You can substitute the above pics for Las Vegas, St Tropez or Kilimanjaro when it’s your life. You can ‘choose’ what you want.

But if it’s putting you off even trying because you think I’m some super intelligent, born to it marketer than think again. 
I’m just some bloke who wanted a bit more. So I started messing about on the internet because I was more scared of what would happen if I didn’t change my life than the possibility of failure.

Start messing now guys. It can change your life but only if you switch off the telly and get on with it.

The kids are in bed, and I’m off for some (more)  wine and a chat with my wife as we watch the sun go down over the bay.

See you when I get home.

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