It only seems that way...

One of the most intriguing things about a market as small as ours is that we all know each other--or at least we think we do. We each create a "public" persona that others reference and from that try to predict future behavior.
I have that in spades--people have me pegged as a misanthrope, a fatalist, perhaps even a defeatist because they read the blog and think I have these suicidal thoughts all the time--and never more so than after my most recent post.
Just a minute...
I happen to believe the market is incredibly vibrant, and lucrative, and has an incredibly bright future, and you should too. Things are pretty great these days for those companies that devote resources to the market and to its future.
There are so many ways to make money in our business, and it's evidenced by the variety of practitioners that play in the market. Distributors, Reps, Multiple Resource Coordinators, Gift Card types, Retailers, just about everyone can get a piece of the American Dream these days.
But all is not Strawberries and Cream and as a group we have an obligation to hash this stuff out so we don't get blindsided by forces within and outside our purview. While it may not be "optimistic" to talk about the challenges facing us, it helps us understand the stakeholders that influence the market. To ignore them is to run the risk of being rendered obsolete and/or ineffective.
Am I concerned about the preponderance of casino programs, and their relative share of the market? You betcha. But while this train is on the tracks I plan to pour as much coal into the engine as I can scoop because it's the train we're all riding. When it runs off the rails (as the Pharma business did, and the Financial Services did, and so forth) we'll find another train that will take us where we want to go.
That's the beauty of our market--everyone's our customer and sooner or later we'll find one group that is in ascendancy while others fall. And when we ID them, good things happen.
But let's keep this our little secret. I'm always amazed at the incredulousness of my Retail counterparts--they can't believe we actually get paid to do this stuff and they'd cut off body parts in many instances to be us for a while and get away from WalMart.
So, we need a Secret Handshake, or a High Sign that identifies the Playas from the Wannabes. Any suggestions?
Pete

