It’s Francis here.
I hope you’re having a wonderful Monday.
It’s October 11th as I’m writing this, which means tomorrow is October 12th.
And October 12th is a special date for me.
Why? Because seven years ago, on October 12th, 2014 — I nearly died
. Seven years ago, I was desperate, drug-addicted, depressed, and running away from problems in the worst way possible
On October 12th, I injected a fat spoonful of opiates into my veins. Less than an hour later, I overdosed. Soon after, I woke up in a Jackson, Mississippi hospital tied to the bed.
It was the worst day of my life…But it was also the best ever. Because it was the start of my new life. The beginning of a new chapter. I made a promise to myself and my mother that I’d be better. That I’d make the most of my second chance.
Over the last seven years, I have:
● Taught 100s of students how to speak English in Spain/Catalonia & Hungary
● Wrote a book (with another on the way)
● Learned 5 languages
● Built a 6-figure copywriting career
● Traveled to 25+ countries
● Spoken on 20+ podcasts
● Generated over $20m for my clients through email
● Met 100s of beautiful, amazing people all over the world
I just wanted to tell you this because I want to say I’m grateful you’re here. Grateful you’re reading this. Grateful you joined my nerdy-ass travel newsletter and tune in to what I have to say a few times a week.
Grateful you’re part of my story, and I’m honored I can be part of yours.
The last seven years have been about creating a life of freedom I always wanted. And I want to help you do the same. Today’s links feature helpful resources and people I personally trust to guide you towards creating the freedom life you want.
Here’s what I got lined up for you today:
🖨️ The Copywriter Club — Meet My Two Freelance Business Mentors That Helped Me Create My Freedom Email Business
🤯 Mindset First — Unlock Your Mindset & Step Into Your Best Life w/ My Personal Mindset Coach
👨🏫 The Remote Work Coaches — Meet Two Business Experts Whose Goal Is To Help You Ditch The 9 to 5 And Travel All Over The World
📣 Plus, Inspiring Links About Digital Nomad Life To Fuel Your Inspiration
I feel like this intro is already too long haha
So let’s go ahead and dive right in
Join The Copywriter Club To Launch & Scale Your Freelance Business With People Who Actually Care
by Rob Marsh & Kira Hug
If you’re an aspiring freelance writer looking for mentors, or a working copywriter struggling to scale your business — then, stop right here. Because you’ve found them.
Rob and Kira are two incredibly kind, intelligent, hilarious, friendly, and helpful freelance copywriting mentors who genuinely want you to succeed.
| | I went from being stuck at around the $3k - $5k/month range to quickly blasting my income barriers and earning $10,000/month — even touching $20k in a single month. Because of them, I now have a freelance business that supports the life I want to live.
Whether you want to travel the world while working or not — they can help you build the business you’ve always dreamed of.
===>Go here to check out their FREE Facebook Group.
The Greatest Mindset Coach In The World: Linda Perry
You can desire to have a kickass freelance business. You can want to travel the world. You can wish to lose a shi*t ton of weight and get fit. You can want a lot of things…
But if you don’t have the mindset to achieve those goals, then it ain’t happening.
Personally, I went from battling limiting beliefs, stuck in a cycle of burnout, and feeling lost in my business…to gaining clarity, understanding purpose, and now having so much f*cking fun at work. All thanks to my personal mindset coach, Linda Perry.
I must’ve invested over $50,000 over the last few years in coaches, mentors, programs, and other education — but I think Linda’s program was probably the best investment I ever made.
If you’re looking for a serious mindset upgrade, check her out. ===>Go here to see her website.
The Zero To Travel TeamThere are a lot of business coaches out there in the world. (mostly on social media)
Learn From These Dudes Who Are Passionate With Giving People The Nomad Blueprint
And they’re all set out promising you $10k months, a new Lambo, and a life on Instagram that’ll surely make your 8th grade bully jealous of your new flex-God status. But when was the last time you met coaches who just want you to see the world?
That’s what you get with the homies from Zero To Travel.
I had a sick time as a guest on the Zero To Travel Podcast, but I was in awe of just how big of an impact they make on people’s lives. I wish I knew about these guys years ago when I first started my journey. ===>But hey, it’s not too late for you.
| Ignore the following text. It’s random & only here to improve delivery. It helped her understand all of the little things I do for her that I thought she was too young to notice. But now she says "thank you" more often, which really brings a smile to my face. I already know that this book is going to help her grow up to be a kind, grateful young lady!!" Thanks again for this book and I hope you can share this message with other mothers like me so they can read it to their kids." - Jenny Now, that's an incredible story! A Mother's Love is certainly one of my favorites, too, because of all the messages I get like this one. Click the button below to take a look inside A Mother's Love: It's about an interesting creature... a lonely Yeti, who's living in the snowy mountains all by herself, hoping for some company... Here goes: "If you're looking for some fun, or maybe even a friend, go up to the mountain to the path's end. There you'll find the Yeti, who lives all alone. She'll make you feel welcome in her snow-covered home. So pack up your gear, go slow and steady, the fun's just begun because the Yeti is ready!" This fun poem is from a new book called The Yeti Is Ready... And it's given my kids a new perspective on friendship & acceptance!" Click the red button below to take a look inside The Yeti Is Ready: You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine. These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life. These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent. Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did he consider my services. And now, Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My life might have been passed in ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing. This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapped in furs—a dress which I have already adopted, for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel. I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never. Farewell, my, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.|