Imagine if every time you met someone and they asked that all-too-familiar question ‘ so what do you do?’ you had to literally race around trying to gather words and facts and information from scratch in order to answer the question. That would get old pretty quickly. Personally, I’ d probably end up raising an eyebrow, grunting and backing away slowly. Not exactly my style but a darn-site easier than reinventing the wheel every 3 minutes.
So you’ve written a blog… congratulations. Now what? Bang it up on your website and let it slide silently into SEO oblivion? Maaaaybe chuck it in a newsletter? Yeah. Sure. But that’s just the start of it.
What if I told you that for every blog you write, every video you record, every time you show up on your own or someone else’s audio and social platforms, you could stretch it out to be more than 30 unique pieces of content? What if you only had to do it once to be able to do it every time? ‘Cos, seriously. It’s a thing. I wish I could say everybody’s doing it, but I can’t… yet.
It’s Monday morning. You have the house to yourself, a whole lot to do and a cup of coffee you may actually get to drink while it’s still hot.
You walk into your home office and BAM. The yuck hits you. You know there are hundreds of unread emails in your inbox, your desk is a pigsty and your to do list consists of roughly eleven million scraps of paper with everything from random thoughts to complete not-negotiables for the survival of your business.
You’re been here before. You’ve felt the overwhelm, the paralysis of having so much stuff to do and you’ve even downloaded the newest shiny object to help you get it under control (and then never used it).
I hear ya, girrrrrl.
It’s the beginning of a new year. We’re all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Ready to take on the world (or at least make some really good toast).
You know what that means… just like we’re bombarded by hot cross buns the day after Christmas, we’ve been bombarded by planning tools by the hundred since late last year.
Guilty. I’m one of them. Been there, done that, sold the planner.
My perfect day? Hmmmm let me think…
Have I had it already? The day I got married? That idyllic honeymoon day in Fiji, snorkelling, playing beach volleyball, napping in the sun by the pool with my gorgeous new husband? The day I bawled happy tears sitting beside the Tungabhadra River, watching Lakshmi the elephant have a bath? The day I found out I was pregnant with my first child (or my second)? The day I had my first child (or my second)? The day I bought my first (or second) house? The day I started my business?
I have some opinions. Some of them are uneducated ones and some are more thought-out and rounded. All of them are mine. I generally don’t take my opinions from current affair programs, online forums or people I admire – but these things do help shape them. Except for at the polling booth where I take hand signals from my husband about which box to tick. Because in my opinion they’re all as bad as each other and there are a gazillion things I’d rather spend my time thinking about or researching.
Ages ago, while I was climbing the corporate ladder, I remember hearing a heap of news articles on the radio, the telly and in conversation everywhere – all about how women had to choose between having a career or a having a family. Like, everyone was saying it. It was everywhere. And I thought ‘oh, what a shame’ and went on my merry ignorant way.
And then I decided I wanted kids. Oh dear. What was a girl to do?