Why?
The substack geniuses think it's a good idea for a "why I am doing this post." This is it.
Why this? I’ve written in one form or another since I started my business. First, it was a way to vent my feelings and share the awkwardness of getting started. Then, it became a means for promoting my business, or at least what I thought it would be. Now, I feel the need to separate business writing from personal writing. They’ll probably overlap, but I don’t think you’re here because you want to read about three ways to build a more effective presentation or how to master your message. My guess is that you’re here because you enjoy reading the personal stories of others, probably know me, or have seen me speak, and/or have read my books Minivan Mogul: A Crash Course in Confidence for Women and Maintenace Required: A Guide for Living Your Best Life.
Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re here.
Why now? I mean, is there a better time to start than now? Tomorrow isn’t promised; today is all we have; it's probably best to just do the darn thing.
What kind of space do I wish this to be?
Safe. I want this space to be a safe place for you and me to talk about the stuff going on in our lives and connect with those on a similar journey. This is a good spot for you if you’ve ever felt awkward, unsure, or weird. If you’re struggling to determine where you fit or even want to fit in, ambitious but also a fan of naps, Netflix binges, and hiding under the covers with your dog (or cat, I’m pro-animal pick your favorite). If you find comfort in reading the stories about how an average middle-aged midwestern woman finds her way through the world. This is for you.
If you want to feel less alone. This.Is.For.You.
Because you’re not.
How often can you expect to hear from me? Oh lordy, this is where it gets sticky, tricky, and weird because I’m all like, “Don’t write too much because you’ll bore them, but if you don’t want them to forget about you so, you gotta be consistent.” and then I consider throwing the whole thing out because I don’t want to set myself up for a failure and this is supposed to be fun, not a job and then my mind starts to whirl and….
Yikes.
How about we try once a week right now? Does that sound OK with you?
But I’m not making promises.
It’s taken me a long time to find the courage to write like this again, and I don’t want to ruin the experience.
OK, now, the template I’m sort of following says I’m supposed to insert a picture here, so here’s a picture of my sister and me on vacation. Can you guess who is who?
She’s gonna love me for this.
So, here comes the cheesy but necessary part where I say, please hit the subscribe, and don’t leave me hanging here awkwardly by myself. By reading along, hopefully, you’ll feel seen, heard, and better about yourself because who doesn’t love hearing that you’re not the only awkward one in the room? Basically, it’s much better to do awkward things together, and I’d love to have you along for the ride.
Now, please click the button. (The first one, it looks like, is where you can pledge money to support me. You don’t have to do that, but I won’t turn it down. I’m not I'me what happens with the second button, where you can put your email.
If you find out, let me know. I’m sureI'm’ll gewe'll hang of this at some point.
Probably.