Dear Jack Canfield,
First of all, I know you’re amazing. The whole Chicken Soup for the Soul thing and all. I love the books, and have read many of them. And I love your story–how you created the concept, received tons of rejection, stuck with it, and are now a gazillionairre helping people feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I love it all; I really do.
But, Jack, enough is enough.
Not too long ago, I signed up for emails on your site, with the promise of getting inspiration and important information right to my inbox. And I have. Multiple times a week. Every week. So many times in fact, that now, when I see your name in my inbox, I have the same reaction as I do when the telemarketer calls my phone for the 8 millionth time to tell me I’ve qualified for a great rate on a new credit card. I kind of want to scream. And swear a little, which I do, if I’m being honest.
You aren’t the only one, Jack, just the latest inspirational, fascinating person who captured my attention, got me to give you my email address, and is now holding me hostage via MailChimp, or Constant Contact, or whatever platform you’re using to figuratively assault me with emails.
I don’t even read them any more. If I read all of the stuff from you and everyone else who wants a piece of me, and my money, I wouldn’t have time to make any. Or eat, or sleep. Now, I just see your name, roll my eyes, sigh, and move on. Which kid of makes me sad, because I still really like your stuff. But it’s like a marriage, Jack. I love my husband more than anything, but if we were in each other’s faces all of the time, let’s just say there would likely be bloodshed. We need a break from each other. And I need one from you, Jack, you and all of the other amazing people from whom I’ve UNSUBSCRIBED.
I may be back, because again, I like you. I really do. But it’s time for a trial separation. I don’t know if it’s going to be a few weeks, moths, or longer, but I need some space, to breathe, to think, to actually get some work done. Until we meet again, Jack, or not….