ASH AMBIRGE

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Not Making As Much Money As You’d Like? Time to Fix That.

In: Money Talk,

Money.

You have enough, or you don't.

Over the years, I've do-si-doed around both sides of that dichotomy.

As a pre-teen, my mom and I sometimes had to borrow money to buy a roll of one-ply toilet paper to get us through the weekend. Scott brand. I remember it was Scott, because it was always Scott. I wasn't allowed to buy anything else. But I always secretly longed for Charmin. I so desperately wanted to be the kind of people who bought Charmin. I imagined they had lake houses, and swing sets; walls that weren't made of fake wood paneling and parents who weren't single and disabled. I imagined they had everything you could ever want in life, those people.

Today, I buy the most expensive, most luxurious toilet paper on the god damn shelf.

I did something similar when I got my very first job out of college.

I bought a $3,000 mattress on my lunch break. My friends were horrified. But they hadn't spent all of high school sleeping on an old blue chenille love seat with a pillow and a blanket.

Luxury became my redemption.

Money became my redemption.

I deserved it.

And I wanted to make up for every last roll of Scott.

I wanted to make up for every humiliating afternoon when I'd make up an excuse to my friend's older brothers, who drove cars by then, to drop me off two blocks away from where I really lived.

But most of all, I wanted to make up for every pained look I ever saw come across my mother's face; every time she wanted to be more for us, but couldn't. Etched in my memory is the time I begged and begged for a Little Mermaid tee-shirt from the Disney Store, but we couldn't afford it. And the following week, when she surprised me with a hand-painted Little Mermaid tee-shirt, which I cruelly dismissed, telling her I could never wear something hand-painted.

She cried.

She was doing her best.

Maybe as the result of these things, or maybe for some other reason, I became fascinated by money.

Why so many douche bags had so much of it; why so many good people had so little of it. As a young professional just getting started, I took making money as a fun little personal challenge. I looked at money objectively; I studied what the wealthy Philadelphia suburbanites did, who I was now surrounded by. How they talked, walked, acted. I went to networking meetings and social events–I once even befriended a 50-something woman with a white mink coat named Reba, who knew everyone and everything, took me to the swankiest restaurants, and made a ton of money, too.

I wanted to know how.

And that's precisely how I ended up in marketing and sales–I quickly discovered that no matter who you were or what you were doing, if you understood these two things better than anyone else, you win the game.

I consumed myself with both subjects.

I tested theories.

I played the game.

But on behalf of my company at the time.

And then eventually I got irritated that my income was capped as an employee, so I quit and started my first business–I knew that all that networking would pay off, by then. But more importantly, I knew that this was the way to make any real money.

I learned to be scrappy.

I learned think smart.

I learned that money is everywhere if you just know where to look.

And more importantly, how to look.

Fast forward several years.

Many of you know that when I started TMFproject from scratch, I ran a public case study on myself on how to hit 6 figures that first year.

That was no accident.

I knew exactly what I was doing, which is why I announced it publicly.

This year, we were well beyond that at the 6 month mark, and we're growing as expected.

The point is that making money isn't difficult–it's simply knowing how to do it. When no one's handing you a paycheck anymore, you need to learn how to produce your own. And it's not as simple as slapping something up on a website, crossing your fingers, and hoping the world discovers it.

That's where marketing and sales come into play.

Whoever you are.

Whatever your situation.

There is hope.

And the money and dignity to follow, right behind it.

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52 thoughts on "Not Making As Much Money As You’d Like? Time to Fix That."

  1. Tania Dakka says:

    Hi Ash! This sooo rocks and I totally am pissed I’m seeing this like, uh, 8 months late. So! Will you be doing this again?? YES? Please?

    1. Ash Ambirge says:

      Hi, Tania! Lovely! I’m not sure we’ll have the same workshop, but I always like to throw some workshops in here and there. I have so much fun getting to know everyone, and helping as much as I can.

  2. Tania Dakka says:

    Hi Ash! This sooo rocks and I totally am pissed I’m seeing this like, uh, 8 months late. So! Will you be doing this again?? YES? Please?

    1. Ash Ambirge says:

      Hi, Tania! Lovely! I’m not sure we’ll have the same workshop, but I always like to throw some workshops in here and there. I have so much fun getting to know everyone, and helping as much as I can.

  3. More than once in my childhood we had toilet paper that was either A) from the dollar store or B) extra taken from my grandpa’s work and given to my parents. The look on my mother’s face when she had to visit the food bank (and her subsequent refusal to allow us to eat it out of shame) was enough to set me on the same course as you.

    Not only do I buy Charmin now, I’ve actually bought the world’s most expensive toilet paper. $10 for 6 rolls. Why? Because it was coloured (I actually bought purple *and* green). Because it was scented. Because maybe purple toilet paper would make my daughter potty train faster. Oh, and because I freaking *could*. I could blow $20 on toilet paper and not give a shit. Finally. Granted, I only use it once in awhile (it is my “special” toilet paper, I’m considering buying both red and green for Christmas season) but it isn’t out of not wanting to use the “expensive” stuff, it is because that toilet paper is special to me. I reserve it not because of a lack of amazing expensive toilet paper, but because I didn’t really buy it to use it anyway. I bought it to make up for every roll of single-ply recycled sandpaper I was subjected to as a kid, and I don’t need to use it for it to fulfill that purpose.

    Plus it changes the colour of the toilet water, which kind of freaks me out (what else is turning purple when I use it?!?!?!)

    Every time I use that plush, coloured, scented toilet paper (or “shit tickets” as my brother in law calls them… I love him LOL) I feel like a goddamn rockstar. I feel vindicated. I feel like even though I couldn’t see my own value as a kid (growing up poor does that to you) I can see it now, right there, in my bathroom cupboard.

    I’ve run successful businesses. I’ve had businesses go under during tough times. I’ve bought, sold, opened, closed, and consulted, coached, and mentored the launch of other businesses. That is what I do now, and I’m moving into training to reach even more people.

    Starting a business isn’t about owning your own job, starting a business is about starting your life – your freedom. Reclaiming your kickass self, your motherhood or fatherhood or sisterhood or brotherhood. It is starting you down the path to the golden shit tickets – the freedom to do, be, and have whatever it is that you want.

    Thanks Ash, for being rockstar. For shining your light into the dark corners of the world and encouraging people to be. For giving the status quo the middle finger. You rock the world.

    And FYI, if you’re curious, the brand is Renovo – blog on it here: http://most-expensive.com/toilet-paper

    Might as well be using coloured, scented, fluffy kittens. Disclaimer: 100% virgin fibre and colour-fast dyes make this most definitely not an eco-friendly purchase.

    Much love.

  4. More than once in my childhood we had toilet paper that was either A) from the dollar store or B) extra taken from my grandpa’s work and given to my parents. The look on my mother’s face when she had to visit the food bank (and her subsequent refusal to allow us to eat it out of shame) was enough to set me on the same course as you.

    Not only do I buy Charmin now, I’ve actually bought the world’s most expensive toilet paper. $10 for 6 rolls. Why? Because it was coloured (I actually bought purple *and* green). Because it was scented. Because maybe purple toilet paper would make my daughter potty train faster. Oh, and because I freaking *could*. I could blow $20 on toilet paper and not give a shit. Finally. Granted, I only use it once in awhile (it is my “special” toilet paper, I’m considering buying both red and green for Christmas season) but it isn’t out of not wanting to use the “expensive” stuff, it is because that toilet paper is special to me. I reserve it not because of a lack of amazing expensive toilet paper, but because I didn’t really buy it to use it anyway. I bought it to make up for every roll of single-ply recycled sandpaper I was subjected to as a kid, and I don’t need to use it for it to fulfill that purpose.

    Plus it changes the colour of the toilet water, which kind of freaks me out (what else is turning purple when I use it?!?!?!)

    Every time I use that plush, coloured, scented toilet paper (or “shit tickets” as my brother in law calls them… I love him LOL) I feel like a goddamn rockstar. I feel vindicated. I feel like even though I couldn’t see my own value as a kid (growing up poor does that to you) I can see it now, right there, in my bathroom cupboard.

    I’ve run successful businesses. I’ve had businesses go under during tough times. I’ve bought, sold, opened, closed, and consulted, coached, and mentored the launch of other businesses. That is what I do now, and I’m moving into training to reach even more people.

    Starting a business isn’t about owning your own job, starting a business is about starting your life – your freedom. Reclaiming your kickass self, your motherhood or fatherhood or sisterhood or brotherhood. It is starting you down the path to the golden shit tickets – the freedom to do, be, and have whatever it is that you want.

    Thanks Ash, for being rockstar. For shining your light into the dark corners of the world and encouraging people to be. For giving the status quo the middle finger. You rock the world.

    And FYI, if you’re curious, the brand is Renovo – blog on it here: http://most-expensive.com/toilet-paper

    Might as well be using coloured, scented, fluffy kittens. Disclaimer: 100% virgin fibre and colour-fast dyes make this most definitely not an eco-friendly purchase.

    Much love.