Have I ever told you about the story of how I wasted thousands of my parents’ dollars? You know the one. It starts off where I go to college for four, ok, fine.. five years, to get my degree. That degree I really wanted, so that I could be a high school English teacher.
Then, I got offered a job and decided to turn it down, so I could be married and have kids instead.
It’s a great tale. Unless you’re my parents and you’re out all of that college funded money.
Up until today, the main way in which I used my fancy degree was that I can speak the language fluently. That’s right folks. I can travel to England and can speak like a native! Cheery-O, mate. Wait. Wrong country.
Today, we’re going to talk about writing copy in your email.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m old or if I’m just so busy doing golf course stuff that I forget to notice the rest of the world. I’ve been blogging on my golf course’s website for about three years. Mostly, I have used it as a way to get to know my golfers better and to help them get to know me. I give them background information of all the fun jobs we’re doing behind the scenes.
Last year, I kind of hit a brick wall when it came to my blogging. I just felt like I was doing it all wrong, and I all but stopped blogging entirely. Yes, we still had funny things happening at the golf course, but I just didn’t take the time to grab my camera and snap a few photos of my superintendent falling into the pond when he was trying to fix the water aerator like I once had. That may have been because I was too busy laughing, now that I think about it.
I began searching for some ideas on what to blog about at my course to try and help me get my rhythm back.
Then, I fell down a giant rabbit hole known as the internet.
When I first took over managing my family’s golf course in 2004, I really wanted to provide a magnetic calendar with all of my upcoming promotions and events to all of my season pass holders. (We’re primarily a daily fee course, but have about 175 members. We stopped calling them members and call them season pass holders because that title gave them more authority than we were willing to allow. Ha.)
Here it is!
The lovely magnetic calendar.
I was young and naive. Before I knew it, I had been talked into the wonders of direct mail marketing and decided that printing 2,500 magnets would be a much better buy, so why not buy them? Then, I was introduced to the wonder of purchasing physical addresses based on location and interests. I didn’t know this even existed! What will they think of next? I could buy 2500 addresses for only $50. Who cares that it costs thousands to send the stupid calendar, right?
Before I knew it, I was spending a significant amount of money on a beautiful magnet that I was sending out to the general public within a certain radius of my course. My naive self thought I’d be rolling in the cash with all my great promotions that everyone was going to be banging down my door to attend.
Crickets. That’s what I got.
When I think about it, I’d like to take my 26 year old self and sucker punch me right square between the eyes. Then, I’d like to have all of that money back, so I could pay for my son’s college bills of today.
It’s kind of like when you stop smoking and you think about all of the thousands of dollars you wasted because you made a bad choice when you were young.
There’s nothing quite like the school of hard knocks. My family has been so amazing at allowing me to experiment and stretch myself. See what works and what doesn’t. Yes. The magnetic calendar was a one and done idea. Thankfully, they never talk about it or hold it over my head.
Sadly, that wasn’t the last time I was talked into a good deal.