Do you ever check your credit card statements?
You know, to make sure your card didn’t go shopping at the Louis Vitton in Nigeria?
I do.
And every month I swear, This is the month I will cancel my Matt Furey membership!
Who’s Matt Furey?
He’s a fitness guy. He’s got a membership site. And I joined it last winter but haven’t looked at it in months.
So why don’t I quit?
Because I still want to learn his stuff. And if I quit, it’ll cost me about a hundred bucks to re-join.
So I just keep paying $8.88 a month, even though I don’t use it.
Smart guy.
But this month was different.
My finger was moving toward the cancel button when I thought, Well, I’ll just have one last look…
That’s when I saw the neck exercise videos.
“Hmm, I have been waking up with a stiff neck lately… maybe I’ll just…”
Anyway, I’m back into the site.
Actually using it this time.
And I’m glad.
He’s a good teacher. And I need to do more stretching and body-weight exercises.
But if the site had been free, who knows what would have happened to me? Stiff neck… then a stiff back… then donuts for breakfast… heroin… jail… and eventually skipping church on Sunday mornings.
You’ve probably heard me say it before, if something is important to you, pay for it.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine told me about a problem he had. I told him the name of a book that had the solution. He downloaded it (for free). A few weeks later I asked him if he had read it.
Nope.
That’s just human nature.
If it’s free, it has little or no value.
But if it has a price, even a small one, that’s when we take action.
Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “But Mr. Vig, we want to buy something from you, but you have nothing to sell!.”
Yes, that’s true.
And last week I told you that my new online program, Free Time Fluent, might be ready this week.
Well, it’s not.
And since this week I’m with my family in New Orleans eating Cajun food and sweeting a lot, the new launch date is Tuesday, August 7.
So watch your inbox. I’ll have a special price and some bonuses for current subscribers (that’s you!).
As we say in New Orleans, laissez les bon temps rouler*
