100 Alternatives To “So Whadda Ya Do?”

 

Heading to a cocktail party, co-working space, tea at grandma’s Haus, (un)conference, world-shifting summit, or biz building immersion?

Chances are, you’re gonna be doing a fair amount of hustling, jamming & pro-active connecting. URLs will be flying. Business cards will be volleyed. You’ll wanna polish your pitch, and add a layer of high-gloss lacquer.

You’ll be curious about your new comrades, and hell’s bells — they’ll be curious about YOU.

But please. Good lord in heaven above. I beg of thee! Use “so whadda ya do?” sparingly. Just as a brain-tugging experiment: what would happen if it was your final question, instead of your first?

To kick off your next convo in supercharged style, revel in these non-sleazy networking prompts, inquisitive pressure-points, and relationship-tipping triggers.

When you lead with CURIOSITY — rather than convention — you’ll be STUNNED by the gems you unearth.

1 :: What’s the most potent compliment you ever received?

2 :: We’re talking ‘bout blog-crushes and Twitter-romances, over here. You got any secret Internet spouses? C’mon, spill it.

3 :: Do you have a lucky charm or self-love token that you keep close, at all times? I’ve got a heart-shaped rose quartz crystal, on a silver chain. Pretty literal, but it works for me. How ’bout you?

4 :: Who do you turn to for humble-pie, keep-it-real, tone-it-down reality-checks? Your momma? Your mentor? Your BFF?

5 :: What does money represent, for you? Independence? Luxury? Energy? Power? Possibility?

6 :: When have you been COMPLETELY wrong? How did you figure it out?

7 :: I never how how to behave when I come in contact with homeless folks, out on the street. Give ‘em a buck? Turn a blind eye? Donate directly to a shelter, and trust that the cash will flow to where it’s needed most? What’s your stance on street-peddling?

8 :: If life was like a musical, and you could have a specific theme song or anthem blasting every time you step into a room, what would it be? (Mine would be “Can’t Keep It In” by Cat Stevens.)

9 :: If you had to create a new job title — and the words that you currently use to describe yourself didn’t exist — what would you call yourself?

10 :: Do you have a worst-case scenario, screw-it-all, burn-every-bridge Plan Z? FYI: I ever go missing, you’ll find me pouring Guinness for fishermen in an pub on the Aran Isles.

11 :: Do you ever get performance anxiety, when you’re getting ready to pitch yourself, or jam with a super-elite client? What’s your bells-on, game-time, pre-show mantra?

12 :: When you need to give feedback or criticism to a colleague, what’s your approach? The ol’ compliment-critique-compliment “feedback sandwich”? Or just straight-shootin’ facts — all killer, no filler?

13 :: I’ve started using a Committed Impulse technique, where I say “I’M BACK!” — out loud — whenever I’m floating away from the present moment. How do you re-center yourself, when your mind is flickering in ten thousand directions?

14 :: If you were sending out invites for a fanciful afternoon tea party, who would you invite? Could be anyone — alive, dead, fictional, or cartoon-sketched.

15 :: I recently did the StrengthsFinder assessment, and I gotta say — I’m a little torn about the whole “personality profiling” thing. What’s your stance on talent assessments? Brilliant, bullshit, or somewhere in between?

16 :: If you could choose one super-power — mind-reading, time-traveling or limitless energy — what would you pick?

17 :: Have you ever fallen in love, at first sight? With a person? With an idea? With a vision? With a website?

18 :: Damn, this coffee is fantastic. The blend actually reminds me of a fabulous little mom ‘n pop cafe, back home. It’s my secret hideout, when I need to escape and buckle down with my laptop and a cranberry scone. Do you have a Fortress of Solitude, back on your home turf?

19 :: So, I’ve got this question percolating in my mind, and I’m asking everyone I meet. What’s your absolutely perfect day, from dawn till dusk?

20 :: I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed by the deluge of info that’s being firehosed at us, today. Is there one nugget of brilliance that’s really resonating with you?

21 :: Damn! The minute this event is over, I’m totally gonna revamp my bio, strip down my service packages, and do a pricing mega-boost. What’s the first thing you’re going to do, when you get back to your workspace?

22 :: I’m one of those people who reads my horoscope every single day — pretending that it’s nonsense, but secretly DEVOTED to it. Are you a surreptitious star-charter, too?

23 :: I don’t know about you, but I literally can’t focus unless I have my indie-electro-rock mix blasting at full volume. Do you have a go-to playlist, for slamming deadlines?

24 :: You partnered up with a sweetheart, at the moment? How did you feel the very first time you laid eyes on him, or her?

25 :: Don’t take this the wrong way, but you strike me as a woman who knows her way around a lingerie shop. I’m dying for a new bra. Any recommendations, or favorite boutiques?

26 :: If you could take a pill and instantly know how to play any instrument, what would it be? (Autoharp, for me!)

27 :: Not to be too morbid, but I’m curious: what d’you want etched onto your hypothetical tombstone?

28 :: Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up, when you were five? Fifteen? Twenty? What’s the connective strand, in terms of where you are now?

29 :: Be honest: what’s your opinion on emoticons? ;)

30 :: I’ve got a really ferocious suspicion that rollerskates and hotpants are gonna be IN like FLYNN, this autumn. What’s your fall fashion prediction?

31 :: When you catch yourself in the middle of a white lie, how do you pivot your message? Back-track and clarify? Just roll with it, to protect the listener?

32 :: So I’ve recently started a dream journal. Do you have any super-vivid dreams, that keep recurring?

33 :: How do you measure your own success? Do you set goals? Keep a set of metrics? Just gauge by how you feel?

34 :: True fact: I recently realized that I’m slightly ambidextrous. D’you have any hidden talents?

35 :: You look like a (wo)man of action. What’s your first-thing-in-the-morning routine?

36 :: Have you ever been so terrified, you could taste metal in your mouth?

37 :: Man, I’m really feeling the need to de-frag my mind for a few minutes. What’s your favorite mental vacation? I’ve got a lurid fascination with ’90s teen dramas, like My So-Called Life…how ’bout you?

38 :: When you hit your income target for the year, how are you gonna celebrate? Take your entire family to a B&B? Hit the spa with your long-distance pen-pal? Treat yourself to a Tarot card reading?

39 :: I have to tell you, I just love the way your voice sounds. Did you ever do any theater or radio?

40 :: Wanna play some word assocation? I’ll start.

41 :: Last week, I decided to remove all electronics from my bedroom, and I’m suddenly sleeping like a Queen. Have you made any micro-lifestyle-tweaks, that really shifted your world?

42 :: Dude, these kinds of events really bring out the hermit in me. Oh, you too? Wanna grab some coconut water, sequester ourselves in a dark corner, and talk about our favorite Lady Gaga tracks for five minutes? Excellent.

43 :: Have you ever read something so fucking brilliant, it made you sad, because you’d never get to read it again…for the first time?

44 :: I recently learned how to make a heart in my coffee foam. It’s all in the wrist, man. What’s your favorite super-mundane-but-totally-lovely little ritual?

45 :: What’s your opinion on facial hair? Be honest.

46 :: Jeez, you are seriously well put together. Who’s your ultimate style icon? And what goes through your mind, as you curate your outfits?

47 :: After today, I’m seriously thinking about doubling my hourly rate. I gotta admit — it terrifies me. How do you feel about your current price-point? You thinking about going double-or-nothing, too?

48 :: What’s the biggest epiphany you’ve had over the last year, in terms of attracting your ideal clients?

49 :: When you’re feeling scattered, how do you re-center and root into what needs to GET DONE, pronto?

50 :: Do you have any smutty, private treats? Once a month or so, when I’m tanking up my car, I always grab one of those horrendous, sticky, machine-brewed gas station coffee drinks. Y’know, flavored with pumpkin-spice-amaretto-midnight-delight creamer. And then I drink it, alone, in my car. What’s your we-must-never-speak-of-this-again pleasure?

51 :: Have you ever been so grateful for something, you felt like 40,000 thank you notes just wouldn’t cut it?

52 :: What makes you supremely jealous? And how d’you deal with comparison-envy?

53 :: It might be those cool specs you got on, but you strike me as a big reader. What’s the last book you read that really moved you?

54 :: Sometimes, when I’m feeling dislodged and disjointed, I have a little mental pow-wow with my fantasy mentor, Oscar Wilde. Do you have any fantasy advisers?

55 :: Have you ever been to a concert that shifted your entire slant on life?

56 :: Tell me something about yourself that I’ll NEVER see in your official bio, or on your resume.

57 :: Do you think of your clients as comrades, creative partners, customers, advocates, fans…or something else? How much high-contact, 1-on-1 time do you give ‘em?

58 :: How do you cope with unhappy clients? Are you a never-go-to-bed-angry type o’ gal, or a let-’em-fume-and-we’ll-unpack-it-all-tomorrow type of person?

59 :: Opt-in squeeze pages: yay or nay?

60 :: Where do you get your best ideas? I’m all about bubble bath epiphanies. Though hot-tubbing and long road trips work, too.

61 :: I’ve been thinking a lot about pro-actively clearing space for magic, in my life & my biz. What’s one thing you’re ready to delegate (or just destroy), like, NOW?

62 :: There are so many products & programs out there, and sometimes I have trouble filtering which ones I oughta dig into. What’s ONE investment you made, in your entrepreneurial empire, that truly paid off — in spades?

63 :: When you’ve connected with someone online, and you really wanna pull the relationship offline, what’s your non-scuzzy pick-up line?

64 :: What does “elegance” mean to you? How ’bout “efficiency”? “Enthusiasm”?

65 :: Have you ever asked someone you barely knew for a BIG favor? How did it land?

66 :: If you could have a mystical companion animal, like the witches in Ye Olden Days, what would yours be? (I’d totally go for a teacup-sized panda, or miniature fox.)

67 :: Have you ever experimented with raw food, ditching wheat flour & sugar, or veganism? What feels right, for your body? When do you feel magnetically vibrant?

68 :: How do you really feel about blogging — for serious? Love it? Loathe it? Does it feel like a creative outlet, or a marketing chore?

69 :: Do you tend to trust people immediately — until proven otherwise — or do they have to earn your faith?

70 :: I’m planning a mini media fast this summer. Have you ever dropped off-grid, for a week, or more? How did it feel?

71 :: If you could be an Olympic athlete, a champion ballroom dancer, or a Broadway singer with lungs of solid gold, what would you choose?

72 :: Are you an Inbox Zero kinda person, or do you let messages build up, and then crash through and delete / archive / file / forward / reply, in one fell swoop?

73 :: Have you ever met an idol or celebrity, and felt stupendously starstruck? Did you manage to eke out a meek “hello”?

74 :: I’m totally turned on by old-school snail mail thank you notes. What’s the classiest gift you’ve ever received, in the mail?

75 :: Are you a group mind-meld mastermind, or do collaborative projects make your skin crawl?

76 :: Do you believe that guilt is a wasted emotion? Or a lesson, trying to teach itself to you?

77 :: What’s the prickliest piece of feedback you’ve ever had to swallow?

78 :: Been thinking a lot about self-care, of late. If someone handed you $500 and said, “go nurture yourself,” what would you spend it on?

79 :: Do you believe that every relationship is an energetic transaction? Do you think it’s possible to transcend beyond transactions?

80 :: What’s a “brilliant” idea that you’ve had, for a project or business? One that you’ll never-ever actually do, but tickles your fancy, nonetheless?

81 :: How do you reel in your ramble, when you’re babbling outta control?

82 :: Is there a song, or poem, that ALWAYS makes you weep, without fail? (My tear-jerker is “Hallelujah,” by Leonard Cohen. ‘Specially when k.d. lang belts it out.)

83 :: If you were gonna send a time capsule to your future self, what would it say? What would it contain?

84 :: Do long, old-school sales pages make your eyes cross in disgust? Or are you a firm believer in heavy, info-loading conversion language?

85 :: What’s the absolute WORST business advice you’ve ever received? Did you sense the ridiculousness immediately, or did you have to learn by trial ‘n error?

86 :: A part of me wants to e-x-p-a-n-d my lil’ empire, with more minions and serfs and apprentices. And a (bigger) part of me wants to keep it clean & lean. A solo operation. What’s your take, on intelligent expansion? You got a master plan, for your universe?

87 :: Earlier this year, I was mashing into maximum bandwidth, and having a spacious day to play was tricky to come by. How do you make space for downtime, when you’re teetering on the edge of burnout?

88 :: I’ve been delegating my way to sanity, this year. What’s one thing you outsourced, that made a mega-impact in your quality of life? Laundry? Font formatting? PayPal invoicing?

89 :: I’m parched for fresh visual stimulation. What are your gotta-see design magazines, blogs and books?

90 :: I feel like I get hammered with pro bono requests all the live long day. How do you evaluate which freebie gigs to dive into, & which to pass on?

91 :: That last presentation on communication really got my brain cranking. Have you ever had an experience where your meaning was COMPLETELY misinterpreted?

92 :: If money, training, time, talent and the laws of physics were no object, what would you be doing, for a career?

93 :: Girls with guns & firing ranges: sexy, or terrifying?

94 :: What was your absolute WORST joe-job, ever? (Me? Cigarette salesgirl at a casino. Yep.)

95 :: What’s one thing you DON’T know, for sure?

96 :: If there was one band you could magically re-form & re-group for one last epic world tour, what would it be?

97 :: Your hair is absolutely incredible. Give me your styling regime, in ten seconds or less. GO.

98 :: Do you believe in “life balance,” or is striving for equilibrium a total buzzkill, for you?

99 :: What did your most agonizing break-up — romantic, platonic or vocational — teach you?

…and my personal, all-time favorite:

100 :: Who are you becoming?

 
Go get ‘em, kiddos.

XO.
 
 

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Agony + (boys) + SUCCESS:: 3 vignettes from a year on the verge

 

“There’s a New American Dream.”

So states Laura Simms, creator of From Passion To Profit.
If you hang out here once or twice a week, I suspect you’d concur.

Climbing the corporate ladder, in the hopes of a 3.5% annual salary increase and (joy of joys!) three blessed weeks of vacation, ‘stead of two?

Not the apex of awesomeness it used to be, for many.
Not even remotely appealing, for some.

Nostrils to the grindstone, from 18 to 65, and then a blissful retirement in south Florida, with the grandkids bouncing on your knee?

Maybe.

Or maybe several careers that serve your multifarious talents and interests, and tai chi lessons in the permaculture garden that you helped plant…at age 103.

Dating, then engagement, then marriage, then mortgage, then baby, then another?

Possibly.

Or possibly buying a house on your own, as a 24-year old — ’cause it feels right.
And not having kids, ever — ’cause it doesn’t.

389 days ago, I quit my 9-to-5 job. In the months leading up to quittin’ day, I heard the following phrase about four dozen times:
 

“Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

It was a compliment — a vote of confidence — but it saddened me. Deeply. Why me? Why not you? Why not…everyone? The idea that freedom, travel, adventure, breathing space and sizzling-circuit-board passion should be relegated to a select few — a special breed — was a major brow-furrower.

A year (& change) down the line, I’ve had a few minor epiphanies. One of ‘em? Not everyone is die-cut for entrepreneurship — and that’s not sad, it’s just diversity. After all, someone has to flip the burgers. Deliver the mail. Fly the jet planes that get me where I wanna go. One man’s calculated risk is another’s catastrophe. My field is your box. My box is your circus.

So, when Laura Simms asked me to write a post for From Passion To Profit — a post about the highs & lows of my first year of full-blown entrepreneurship — my first instinct was to do a tactical, bullet-point, what-worked-what-didn’t parade of pointers.

And then I remembered: My field is your box. My box is your circus.

Sometimes, I dispense tactics, when what I really wanna deliver is a story. Stories are universal. Tactics are personal.

In the spirit of storytelling — and of alchemizing passion into profit — I’m offering three vignettes from a year on the verge…of (my) new American Dream.

 

Agony

About 10 months ago, I had a Come To Jesus moment. With $1,600 in my checking account, and gads of (low-paying) résumé design & cover letter editing projects for (highly-demanding) clients, I felt a pulsing sense of dread in my cardiovascular system. Things were looking pretty dire for Ol’ Man Franzen. I wasn’t playing to my strengths, and it showed. In my bank account. And in my aura.

I cuddled up to my worst-case scenario (losing my house could have a certain Dust Bowl / Great Depression charm! Hobos always look pretty chipper! I kinda like ramen noodles!) and got real about my rates, revenue streams and client boundaries. I called my mom. I sobbed — a lot. I liquefied my retirement account (just in case). I put all my bills on my credit card (temporarily). I took a deep breath. And then, I launched my shiny new website, re-positioned my services, designed my last résumé (thank you & goodNIGHT!), got crystal-clear ’bout my ideal clients (rejoice, rejoice), and watched, agog, as the cash came crushing in.

Doing my taxes this year was pretty fun. (Tripling your income is neat.)
 

(boys)

I’m a lesbian, but this year I dated a boy. Or three. As they say on the Facebookz, “it’s complicated.”

My dark-haired RogueBoy called me up, at 2 pm, one afternoon. A walk by the river? A beer? Why not? 15 minutes later, I was horizontal on the sun-warmed grass, watching Union Pacific trains crawl across the horizon, my thumbs hooked into a boy’s (!!) belt loops. He smelled like French Fries and cigarettes. I couldn’t stop grinning. Crazy. Stupid. Totally happening. At 2:15 pm on a Tuesday.

Totally happening, because of my new work-life-sex-play-biz mantra:

“Never again. Except just this once.”
 

SUCCESS

One week ago. T’was a Sunday night, and my mom pulled out her ukelele. We sat down and started jamming. I was crooning in my virgin-choir-girl soprano. She chimed in with her retired-opera-singer vibrato. We recorded our first track. It was light. It was lovely. It was purely for pleasure. And we vowed to take our One Song Band on the road…to Ireland, Scotland, Wales — and beyond.

I was there. Present. In my PJs. Unplugged. Unfettered. With my momma. Because I OWN my time. Because my entrepreneurial life is location independent. Because spending time with my family — not just for birthdays and funerals, but for spontaneous cups of tea, Richard Thompson sing-alongs, and walking by the sea — is a priority. For me.

You can set — and shatter — barometers. Lock down — and loosen — metrics of success. Hold yourself accountable to your progress. And all that jazz.

But success can be a simple ballad, too.

 

What’s your American — or Canadian, or Australian, or Lithuanian — Dream?

Are you sure?

Just checking.

 

 

13 (More) “Brilliant” Ideas For You To Steal At Will

 

47 days ago, I shared 17 “Brilliant” Ideas For You To Steal At Will.

Oh ho! You thought I was finished? Heavens to Betsy! Hardly.

Behold: the sequel. Better than the original? I’ll leave that up to your discernment.

As always, the following ideas are yours for the takin’. Go ahead ‘n steal. Make them real. And thank me in your Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Deal?

 

The Small / Medium / Large Film Festival

1 story arc. 3 filmmakers. Each director is given the same story outline, set of core actors, budget and production time frame. But one must create a 1-minute movie, another a 10-minute movie, and another a 100-minute movie. The unfairness of it all! The forced ingenuity! The possibilities!

 

Dial-a-bridge radio show

A single phone number, that — once dialed — rings hundreds and thousands of ‘subscribed’ numbers, simultaneously. Subscribers simply pick up the ringing phone to hear the spontaneous show. The call is also pumped into a live online audio stream, and automatically recorded for future downloading. Spur-of-the-moment, sneak-attack broadcasting, from your cell phone!

P.S. If you decide to invent this platform, tell me & Dyana Valentine, ASAP. The future of the human race may depend on it.

 

Singing Drag Queen Telegram

Truly an idea whose time has come. Need I explain? Methinks not.

 

The phrase “Goin’ Thoreau on yo ass.”

Entering a period of extreme anti-socialness? Feeling like a naughty hermit? Just want to crawl inside a hollow tree, plant beans on the shores of Walden Pond, sketch ducks in your notebook, and detach from humanity? The next time someone invites you out to a dinner party or minglefest, instead of saying, “Uh, no thanks. I kinda don’t feel like it,” say “No can do! I’m GOIN’ THOREAU ON YO ASS!”

 

Mood lipstick

It’s a mood ring, for your mouth! A moisturizing, tinted balm that changes colors, according to your body temperature and neurotransmitter fluctuations.

 

The Post College Survival Kit

A life-saving compendium of practical articles, checklists and worksheets for recent grads, with live Q&A sessions and savvy, sharp-tongued instructors. Apartment decor on a dime! The murky waters of post-college dating! Leveraging your first internship, for maximum vocational velocity! Golly, that’d be something. Too bad it doesn’t exist… OH WAIT. IT DOES. (And we have Sarah Von to thank for it.)

 

Kickspeaker

Like Kickstarter, but ‘specially for speaking gigs. Want your favorite luminary to rock the mic, in your town? Build an event page, crowdsource funding, and once you’ve hit your revenue target, boom! The celeb commits to a date, their keynote fee gets wired over, everyone who invested gets a ticket to the event, and you keep any additional profits, as a booking commission.

 

Non-bucket-sized self-serve cartons at frozen yogurt establishments

This is hardly a revelation, but the carton sizes at self-serve froyo spots (like YogurtLand and FroYoLife) are somewhat ludicrous. The “small” is the size of a toddler’s skull. The “large” is comparable to a mastodon feeding trough. America! Stop embarrassing yourself!

 

Girls Gone Wilde

Hot, young co-eds on spring break…reading excerpts from Oscar Wilde’s collected works!
Update: upon further investigation, it appears that GGW already (sort of) exists! Oscar would be proud.

 

The “Don’t Be Alarmed” Clock

A non-confrontational way to greet the day! Your personalized DBAC awakens you with tinkling wind chimes and humpback whale moans, and a mellifluous voice invites you to “gently, slowly open your eyes. No? Not yet? That’s juuuuust fine. You just go right back to sleep. Thaaaat’s it.” Upon rising, the DBAC softly congratulates you on a job well done, and delivers one piece of good news to set the tone for your morning (“baby panda populations are on the rise!”).

 

You Should Know This By Now

A PechaKucha style event, where presenters have 20 seconds (and 20 slides) to demonstrate a simple — but frequently bungled — task. Audiences learn how to: shake a perfect martini! defrost a freezer! tie a Winsor knot! write a proper thank you note! spell the word “acknowledge”! change a flat tire! fold a fitted sheet! leave an intelligible voicemail!

 

Email Addiction E-Sponsor

At Alcoholics Anonymous, recovering alcoholics have a Sponsor who acts as an on-call peer counselor. If you’re feeling shaky — or on the verge of breaking your sobriety — you can call your Sponsor for an SOS phone chat.

Imagine an automated E-Sponsor for email addicts. Every time you click over to your Inbox, a message pops up with a stern-but-loving reminder: “You’ve committed to checking your email 3x a day. Do you really want to dive into the mire?” OR: “It’s 11:35 pm. Instead of reading emails, why not write a letter to your Future Self?” OR: “You’ve got a loving partner who would probably loooove a massage. Like, right now.”

 

Club Kid Cruise Lines

Transatlantic crossings are experiencing a revival — but what if maroon & navy blue color palettes, 5-piece string quartets & nautical motifs aren’t your cuppa tea? Imagine stepping onto a neon-pink gangway designed by Karim Rashid? Or setting sail in a modernist vessel outfitted by Philippe Starck? While Major Lazer spins mash-ups in the galley Club kids wanna sail the high seas, too!

 

Got any brill to spill?

Hair-brained schemes and half-baked notions are my favorite conversation fodder.

Divulge your back-burner brain-gems, won’t you?

XO.
 

 

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It’s not CRAZY … it’s “Bojangles McNutballz”

 

Breaking news: I’m bored of words. Boring words, that is.

Can’t we all be clear, concise and colorful?

That’s MY triple bottom line.

Consider this your personal call-to-action to speak (and sing, and blog, and Tweet) with supercharged style & specificity.

‘Cause self-promotion and self-expression are two sides of the same shiny coin.
And the right turn of phrase transforms everything.

 

It’s not a DEADLINE …

It’s an electrified ETA. A timeline target. A Come-To-Jesus moment. A milestone. A launchpoint.
 

It’s not a BRAINSTORMING SESSION …

It’s mind-meld. A lightning round. A GlitterBomb. A VisionQuest. A creative coven-ation.
 

It’s not a QUESTIONNAIRE …

It’s a playbook. A self-expression sojourn. A practical exploration. An introspective interrogation.
 

It’s not an AFFILIATE NETWORK …

It’s your minions of money-making. Your partners in prosperity. Your cashflow comrades. Your luscious lucre legion.
 

It’s not a VACATION …

It’s a sacred media fast. A systemic re-boot. A 7-day nap. An off-grid extravaganza.
 

It’s not EXERCISE …

It’s a cellular groovefest. A strength-n-tone soiree. A celebration of dangerous curves. An evening constitutional.
 

It’s not a BREAKTHROUGH …

It’s an Oprah Moment. A cathartic catastrophe. A self-inquiry supernova. A mental prison break.
 

It’s not AUTHENTIC …

It’s pragmatically transparent. Luminous. Vulnerable. Resonant.
 

It’s not AWESOME …

It’s amazeballs. Psycho-stupendous. Exhilarating. A revelation.
 

It’s not CRAZY …

It’s bonkers. BO-NANAS. Bojangles McNutballz. Psycho-pants.
 

It’s not a WEDDING …

It’s a BFF-union, with benefits. A ritualized romance. A public declaration of L-O-V-E. Subatomic human fusion. An extremely long first date.
 

It’s not EXPENSIVE …

It’s luxurious. High-touch. Exclusive. Aspirational. Or, simply not a priority.
 

You’re not a COACH …

You’re a catalyst. An alchemist. A mentor. A guide.
 

You’re not a BLOGGER …

You’re a digital curator. A philosopher. A how-to tactician. A beacon. An icon. A community-crafter.
 

You’re not my READERS …

You’re my allies. Advocates. Comrades. Disco Monkettes.
 

We’re not ONLINE …

We’re in sync. In the Matrix. On the grid. Hanging ten on the virtual pipeline.
 

We’re not FINISHED …

We’ve swooped ’round, full circle. We’ve reached an organic conclusion. We’re fully baked. We’re totally toasted. On the cooling rack. Ready to be frosted.
 
Over to you, winsome wordsmiths. Go forth & forge a world of compelling, concise, convivial language!

XO.
 

 

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Time Capsule To My Future Self

 

Hey. Hey kiddo.

It’s April 12, 2021, and — assuming the Internet hasn’t been regulated & blockaded by neo-fascist dictators or robot overlords — you should be receiving this message, courtesy of FutureMe.org.

You’re 36 years old. How’s that fake tooth holding up? And the Lasik vision correction surgery? Did it fade, the way you always suspected it would? Even if you’re toothless and bespectacled, you’re probably still pretty cute. Maybe even beautiful. I hope you remembered to moisturize, throughout your voltaic twenties.

If everything went according to plan, you oughta be opening your balcony windows onto the shimmering canals of Venice … Venice Beach, Los Angeles, that is. Of course, things rarely go according to plan, so you’re just as likely to be rooted in Glasgow. Or Melbourne. Or Tokyo. Or maybe, through some peculiar spiral of fate, you’re back in Minneapolis, scraping ice crystals off your (flying) car windshield.

I hope, wherever you are, that you’re head-over-heels in love …

:: with yourself
:: with your work
:: and with another human being (one who possesses a comparable level of vim, vigor & high-voltage charm. Or at least, really great hair.)

OK, now for a flurry of checkpoint questions: how have you left a radiant imprint on the world, over the past ten years? How do you practice gratitude, every day? What do you need to stop doing, immediately? What needs to be softened, absolved, released, forgiven? What energizes you, like nothing else? What are you fighting for? Who are you (still) trying to impress?*

*Note: if you have already attained enlightenment by this point in time, please disregard the previous queries and feel free to return to your meditative trance.

In all seriousness? Here’s a thought. What if you blew off whatever you’ve got planned today (zero-gravity Pilates class … hologram consultation session with a client … retro 2-D movie night …) and just bought a spontaneous ticket to Somewhere. Could be a museum. Could be another city. Just pack light, make no apologies, and GO. Spend the next 24 hours — or 24 years — playing with notions of responsibility, commitment, obligation — and legacy.

You’re in the final two-thirds, kiddo. What do you want to be known for? Revered for? Remembered for?

Everything is permeable. And whatever you’re feeling right now — welling up in your tear ducts, or tightening across your upper back — you can convert that emotion into energy . Electricity. Forward momentum. It’s not too late to become the person you dreamed you’d be, ten years ago. And it’s not too late to dismantle and obliterate the old dream, entirely.

Oh, and Future Self? One more thing: I love you. I love you so much, I’m scheduling this message a decade in advance, to make sure you remember.

Guess I oughta schedule another message, for ten years from today. Or maybe five. They say time accelerates as you get older.

Peace out, Disco Monk.

Stay groovy …

XO.
 

 

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