Sweet Relief

Can I just say how much this blog is giving me relief?

Just letting my stream-of-consciousness come out here makes writing fun. 

Never, ever, in my life would I have thought I would say writing was fun.

No joke.

I studied art. Majored in painting. Minored in art history.

Yes, I briefly toyed with the idea of being an art historian. Boy, would my life be different. 

Worked at a couple ad agencies. Designed all sorts of things before moving my focus to marketing. 

Honestly, I was a fair designer and artist. Not terrible. Not good. And it was a struggle so moving to marketing was the best choice. I found my happy place there too. 

I hired copywriters. I was NOT a copywriter. 

I have great respect for copywriters. 

I ain't one. 

Enter becoming an entrepreneur. 

With my background in marketing, I felt comfortable writing a marketing plan (hell, I've been teaching people how to do this for years) but I needed to do the writing for my business. Money is a thing, or lack thereof, when you are bootstrapping a business. 

Necessity is the mother of invention.

A couple years later, I decided that I needed to including blogging to improve my SEO. And hell yes, it did! I've been doing it for almost 6 years now and I OWN the coworking SEO in Atlanta. 

And was it easy. Nope. I still felt like a crappy writer.

Enter deciding to write a book. What the hell!?! I was crazy but driven. 

Full disclosure: I hired a ghostwriter to help me with the book and better money was never spent. 

Since my coworking biz benefited so much from blogging, I then added blogging to my mindfulness business. 

Because, you know, I never have enough to be keep me busy. 😜

I'm the queen of tweaking pages and posts to maximize the SEO (read above). And for YEARS whenever I'm writing I'm reading it 20-30-50 times before releasing it into the wild. All while making sure the SEO is maxed out. 

So, just writing what I want without giving a 🐀-ass if anyone reads it is a beautiful thing. 

P.S. I did warn you about the giphy addiction. 

Son Of A Bitch

I'm using this and fuck a bunch today. 

Son of a bitch though is one of my more favorite cussing phrases. 

Not that I cuss much because, well, when you work in corporate America long enough (like I did for 30 years), you don't cuss much so those 4-letter words don't slip out by accident. Fuck most definitely doesn't come out of my mouth unless I'm really tweaked.

Not sure why son-of-a-bitch is my go-to but there you have it. 

*she goes down the internets 🐇-hole of the origins now*

Did you know that SOB first showed up in the written word in King Lear by Shakespeare?

I sure as 💩 didn't know that. 

If you want to read more about the origins (and I know you do), check it here. 

Modern uses include using it as an exclamation as in working on something and not making progress. 

Now we're back to WHY I was using the word.

I've signed up to be a part of a bundle program with my blogging coach. I signed up last month. I had to have a product that was at least $37. Ok, find, I created the Inner Affirmations Ultimate Bundle for this offer because the more books I get in peoples hands the better known I am.

So, today, I'm in the weekly group coaching session and I ask the question, 'can I charge for shipping?'. Why? How the fuck do I know why I asked today? And not, say, a fucking month ago. 

Ok, I remember how it came up now but I won't bore you. Fuck. I'm still pissed.

Someone said something that made me think about it and the coach, who is putting this together, said I wouldn't want to ship 100s of packages for free so I need to have something that is downloadable. 

Son-Of-A-Bitch.

I had ALL, and I mean ALL, the stuff done for this bundle thing. It's due TODAY. 

Son-Of-A-Bitch.

Now, as if I'm not already stupidly behind on so many other things, I have to go build a damn sales page and set up new coupon codes and build the upsell fucker and test it all to make sure it works.

Son-Of-A-Bitch.

The coach graciously said I could have another week. Thankfully.

I guess I know what I'm doing this weekend.

Son-Of-A-Bitch.

Oh hello!

 Here we go. A blog that is completely unfiltered. Well, mostly anyway.

Since I write about serious stuff all the time, I decided I needed a place to write where I could just, well, write. You know, stream of consciousness. Without checking all that SEO 💩. 

Don't get me wrong. I love that work. I love sharing knowledge. I just needed a place that was a little less structured. More flying-by-the-seat-of-my pants. 

I'm not saying that I won't be less than real or less vulnerable on my official blog. I'm just more la-te-da here. More silliness. More giphies (I love 'em). 

I need it. 

So here we go. Weeeeee!