Hello Creative Being,
How have your projects been going? Percolating or pruning? The more I evaluate that differential, the better I leverage my time. I massaged my podcast into a world-wide classroom recently, and was working on the arc of the content as I felt a small tap.
One of those don’t wait taps.
I seemed to have done a good job at dismantling some of my perfectionism, at least how it relates to my son, as we were recently practicing baseball and he had made some noted improvements within his world, which were admirable because he was choosing to harness his will and focus. In an attempt to stay light-hearted, I said, “Practice makes perfect.”
He looked at me with his gorgeous eyes, and knowing stance, “There’s no perfect, Mom. Remember? Just better.”
Right.
Nothing like your own ideas being iterated effectively by a 6 year old. Perhaps that was swirling around in my head, when I decided, instead of writing out an outline of an outline, I would simply send a message out to the world that the podcast, was taking on a refined focus.
Here’s the 11 minute episode:
The next week message after message streamed in about the a-ha’s, the tears, the relevance. I was surprised. I hadn’t even shared my class content, yet. What I had shared was a very stripped down, honest voice of me.
I hit on the most obvious marketing hack: Be you.
That’s the whole point. People want the real you.
The marketers want you to doubt that. Your friend who threw their dream out tells you not to, so they feel better about their own betrayal. Heck, we do it to ourselves consciously, subconsciosly, generationally — let’s just say there are lots and lots of ways we opt out.
That is changing. Many of us know this, especially if you are here reading this. We know this, but we may not yet be living it and there is the friction. There is work to do to be where we are. That is why it can be so very hard not to falter.
Here is where I could go on about how the world turns us upside down, but, why?
The sun, who returned from a very long sabbatical, finally returned today. I missed the warmth and light so much, I drug a beach chair to the edge of the yard to sit in the last rays to write, flanked by my dog and lap blanket, as the cool air announced night, and my bare feet still wanted to befriend the grass.
Maybe, instead of more from me this post will turn you toward more of you.
Of all the
things I own,
my worth is my
favorite possession.
- Melody Godfred
You have exactly what the world needs.
I’ll be back soon, to share the books I am reading, one in print and one on Spotify. Different perspectives converging on the very same thing — just how precious and powerful we are. We’ve got wonderful work to do!
Keep writing,
Kate