Posts tagged Authenticity
It Isn't The Grilled Cheese: How To Be Unique & Brilliant

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Plus she had a contagious laugh, a witty sense of humor, and the kind of inner spirit that made you just want to LIKE her.

(Dammit.)

I, on the other hand, was decidedly NOT one of the prettiest or most popular girls in my class.

I had gaps in my front teeth, frizzy hair, and chubby cheeks.

I also had a shiny forehead, a lazy left eye, and...

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The End Of Content Marketing (And The Beginning Of Value)

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Then honestly? I’m just pointing out that you might want to rethink that strategy if you’d like to feel great about yourself on your deathbed someday.

(But again, if that's you you're probably not even reading this. And do you like how I am now writing to NO ONE in this parenthetical phrase?)

Anyway, my point is not to. . . er, point fingers. It's simply to... 

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I Did Everything Wrong In My Business And Here Is What Happened

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Yeah, and my confession is around that last category.

(What? You thought I was ‘fessing up about the secret account? Don’t YOU have one?)

Okay… I’ll get to my confession in a minute, but first I want to let you know that, even though I consider myself a rather masterful (mistressful?) marketer, I have done EVERYTHING wrong.

Like, soooo wrong.

For instance? I haven’t set up nearly enough...

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A Helen By Any Other Name (A Short Post On Giving Birth To Oneself)

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(Yes, I’m aware that I just mixed my metaphors, but somehow I couldn’t think of how to finish the birthing one without blood and mildly offensive content.)

Anyway, the way I see it, those who really really need to know the story will ask- and those who don’t mind, don’t care, or simply think I’m nuts won’t have to waste a minute of their precious lives reading yet another irrelevant story on the internets.

The takeaway: I’ve been navigating...

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What A Sex Toy Taught Me About Clicking My Heels And Returning To The Present Moment

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Do you?

Do you want to settle for half-living under the illusion that it’s okay to not tell the truth about what you really feel, what you really fear, and what you really want?

Are you content to limp when you could sprint?

Maybe you are. Maybe it’s okay for you to...

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