Definitely not something I want. Definitely something I’m working on. Definitely not something I want to label myself as… but I know I just fricken did… So last night I went to a local live music event with this new EPIC man in my life who’s from here in Bali. Not a big concert or out like that. Just local musicians, friends, beers, good vibes… and I was like… right… bite the bullet, Mimi. Go and do something uncomfortable for once instead of making excuses, u got this eeekkk I could already feel the anxiety brewing before we even left. Thirty minute scooter ride… and I’m already overthinking shit a lot Then we walked in. It was this bigish warehouse space. All the lights were on. Maybe 25 or 30 people sat around tables drinking arak and beer. 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗺𝗲𝗻…. Ekka knew people straight away. A few came over to say hello. He introduced me. Obvs there’s a language barrier because I don’t speak Indonesian (gotta sort this out..note to self) and then my brain just went… 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. I’m the only girl here. 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. I'm the only bule (that's what they call us foreigners here) here. And then… oh my dayz… I spiralled. Like PROPER fcking spiralled. The only way I can describe it is... imagine walking into an arena where U don't know a SINGLE person. Everything's unfamiliar. Everyone already knows everyone else. And it feels like there's this massive af spotlight following U around the room. Like everyone can see u. Everyone's looking at u. Everyone's judging u... even though they're probably not pfffttt That's exactly what it felt like. 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗦𝗢 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻. What do I do with my hands? Do I put them on my hips? Behind my back? Do I smile? Am I smiling too much? Am I standing weird? Why am I just STANDING here? Then it got even more ridiculous because my brain clearly thought, "Let's throw absolutely EVERYTHING at her while we're at it." Why didn't I wear my Vans? Why have I got sandals on? Why am I wearing shorts? I should've worn trousers. Do I look like an idiot? People are gonna think... who the fuck is SHE? Why is she here?

this one's for u ... ghosting me is wild when u literally asked ME a question first… 😂 and I don't mean like oh they got just busy or life happened or whatever… I mean 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛 disappeared… like where the effers like did u go… did u fall down a well… did aliens take u… did u move countries and forget to mention it… 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗗… 😂 someone messages me… e.g. can u send me the details of the retreat … can u send me the link… can u tell me more… and because I'm a normal human who actually gives a sh*t I stop what I'm doing and I go find the thing and write the thing and send the thing THEY ASKED FOR obvs… and then… absolutely naff all… not a thank u… not a got it… not a not for me… not even a lazy thumbs up… just tumbleweed central and silence and me sat here going… k then… and before anyone gets a twitchy on… NO this is not about buying… I don't think anyone owes me a sale… I really don't… but I do think we've somehow completely lost the art of just basic human communication and that does my absolute nut in… 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻… and this might sting a tad… most people aren't ghosting because they don't know what to say… they know EXACTLY what they want to say… they just don't want to feel uncomfortable saying it… maybe they don't want to say they can't afford it… they don't want to say they've changed their mind… they don't want to say not for me… so instead they say NOUT and disappear and somehow think that's the kinder option… IT IS NOT… + 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲… I'd put money on it that some of the people doing the ghosting are the EXACT same people sat there going why does nobody reply to MY stuff… why does nobody give ME a straight answer… why does nobody tell ME where they stand…ooffff juicy shit hey… … the balls start with u… the communication starts with u… the honesty starts with u… every single damn time u dodge one of those tiny uncomfortable conversations u are weakening the exact muscle u need to sell… to set boundaries… to ask for what u want… to actually SAY THE THING… it is ALL the same bloody muscle and u either use it or u don't…

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗦. 𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘… I am kind. I am PROUD AF to be kind. it is one of the things I like most about myself and I will never eva apologise for it duh… but I need to talk about something that don’t get said an awful lot in business… because there are peeps out there who see kindness and think… easy target. (Well they dont quite think those words maybe, but u get the gist) and I've had enough of staying quiet about it….LFG 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀… - u extend a payment plan because someone's going through something and ur beautiful damn luvly July heart says help them… and then one day they just… stop. no message. no explanation. just gone. and ur sat there holding the bill for ur own generosity grrrr - it looks like a 60 minute call that becomes 2 hours 17 mins because u big time care and u don't wanna to cut them off… and they start expecting 2 hours every time without ever acknowledging what ur giving. - it looks like replying at all hours because ur passionate overload and u care about their result duh… and suddenly ur available 24/7 whether u agreed to that or not. - it looks like doing extra work outside the scope because u WANT them to succeed obvs… and watching that extra effort get taken for granted so quietly u almost don't notice until ur burning out. - it looks like saying "pay me when u can" because u trust someone… and learning that trust meant absolutely nothing to them… - it looks like going above and beyond. again. and again. and again. and one day realising they don't even fricken notice anymore because ur generosity has become their standard… - it looks like overriding ur gut because u wanted to see the best in someone… ignoring the red flags because u totes believed in their potential… staying way past the point u should have left because ur not a quitter and u don't give up on people. - it looks like vouching for someone to ur network and watching them let u down.

TALKIN' NUMBERS… SOME MEAN NAFF ALL AND WELL SOME… A LOT First up… ALL of this… every single bit of what I'm about to say… is coming from someone who has lived it… not someone pointing fingers eva...all experience, ups downs and testing 𝗖𝗼𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗜'𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁… 𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗨? Some numbers I've obsessed over and then gone "wait WDF… why am I even obsessing about this… what does it actually mean… does it actually mean ANYTHING real" Some I've ignored that I probably should have paid way more attention to… oops 😂 And some… well… some actually mean summat REAL and THAT'S what I wanna talk about today Cos here's the thing… and this is the bit that really matters… It's never ever really about the NUMBER It's about what's BEHIND it It's about the INTENTION behind why u're sharing it… why u're chasing it… what it actually represents underneath 𝗔 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘁 And I know this because I had a client once who had almost A MILLION followers… A MILLION… and was making zero money… ZERO… cos the number looked incredible AF on the outside and meant absolutely naff all on the inside That is the whole thing right there Let's have a chat about it hey 👇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗨 𝗨𝗣 💩 Now I'm not saying these numbers ARE poop… some of them are hello totes useful… but the INTENTION behind why u're chasing them or sharing them… THAT can be poop 😂 📈 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆… brilliant if u're using it to track whether ya community is genuinely growing… poop if u're just refreshing it for the dopamine hit of seeing a higher number 🔥 𝗨𝗿 𝟯𝟬 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸… amazing if it represents real intentional conversations and intentional showing up… absolutely fricken pointless if u've been clicking around having empty conversations just to keep the flame alive 🔴 𝗨𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻… great for tracking ya own progression and seeing if u're actually moving… meaningless if u got there posting fluff just to rack up points

📱 phone = personal stuff only 💻 laptop = business only that's it. no crossover. no careless faffing. 😂 what's urs… ? 👇