I felt like a deer in the headlights
Published: Sat, 05/02/15
offered a very cool service.
It's a service that would save me
6 hours a month and if I dollarize
that, we are looking at $3,000.
The service is only $197/month and
it would curate best fit content
from around the web, along with my
proprietary content (blog posts)
and share it strategically
across social networks.
I do this myself right now with
another nifty tool, it does
take some time.
What gobsmacked me (I love that word!)
was when I asked the woman giving me
the details about this service, what
I would be doing online, she said ...
"Oh, you'll be sharing daily selfies
and behind the scenes of your life
and business."
Now, , I know
this. Heck, I teach it.
And, OMG, I wasn't doing it. I felt
like I'd been caught in the headlights
of my own untruth.
The minute she said that, my mouth
dropped open, and I felt this massive
red blush of SHAME wash over me.
I wasn't walking my talk.
The truth is, while I know a lot
of people seem to think I lead an
exciting and fascinating life,
from the inside it doesn't feel
nearly so intriguing.
And so, I've begun sharing more
of the behind the scenes. In fact,
I've made a promise to myself that
I will share at least one image
(and some are going to be BORING)
daily on my FB page and on Twitter.
This is not an easy feat because
I'm not in the habit of sharing
all the time.
Whole days, and occasional weeks
go by and I haven't shared.
Shame on me in this social age.
Last night, I dove in with sharing
pics of the gluten free brownie bowl
and asked if anyone wanted to lick
the bowl. Then I shared an oven pic
of the baking brownies.
For me, this feels silly. But, what
I know is that it is an integral part
of today's connective fiber.
Do you struggle with this too?
Let's be brave together and commit
to sharing one image a day for
the next 30 days (minimum).
I've already sorted out that some
images are likely to be pics of the
curtains drawn or my bed before
I crawl into it.
I am not letting my standard
of decency disappear and I was
raised by a movie star so the
gene that says I have to look
good all the time is going
to be hard to ignore.
Are you with me? Will you
take the challenge?
I'd love to hear from you.
Hugs,
Melissa
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