Hello Exclamation Mark

Hello Exclamation Mark

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How did you find me?
I’d love to know.
My name is Sarah.
I want you to know that this really is my very best version of ‘Hello‘.
It’s not a ‘Hi’ or a ‘Hey’.
It’s one big, fat, friendly in-your-face version of ‘Hello‘.
So welcome to my little blog.
It really is so very nice to meet you.

Let me tell you a story…
We can base it on a KitKat if you like. Let’s pretend I have two friends and one is named Kit and the other (yep, I think we all know where I’m going here) is named Kat. A bit of obvious certainty never hurt anyone now did it? So anyway, I didn’t really click with Kit. But Kat, she was different. Good different.

It was the way she said, ‘Hello’. 

It started on approach, before the words even came out. You’d see her almost dancing along the street; a lightness to her feet. And when she said it, her whole face filled with a smile as if trying it out for the first time, playing with social interaction. There was a real mix of excitement and innocence. And a challenge too. It was as if she was throwing down the gauntlet and saying, ‘There’s fun to be had here.’ And there was. Lots of it.

So that is why I liked her.
And that’s what I’m doing for you.
I’m saying, ‘Hello‘.
I’m throwing down my gauntlet and saying, let’s have some fun.
So thank you if you’re reading.
This is my best version of ‘Hello‘.
Small word. Big impact.
Why not try it?
Have a play.
How do you say ‘Hello‘?
Try a different greeting and see where it takes you.

Put a smile on and see where you end up.

 

Sugar-Fuelled Rocket Packs

Sugar-Fuelled Rocket Packs

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Today I just don’t really want to write.

I feel like it won’t be good enough.

Today I’m not good enough for this.

How many times a day do we tell ourselves this?

I’ve had to give myself ‘the talk’ *, put the timer on my phone just to force myself to sit down and write. My tired brain hurts and doesn’t feel capable of much. So this is when I put on my rocket pack and just get the f*&k on with it. Today it is fuelled by a delightful mix of sugar, butter, cocoa powder and other items which have ultimately ended up as the cake pictured. You will also notice that it is also accompanied by a slightly substandard but heavily caffeinated latte.

Because you see, I need to write and I am supposed to write because I’m supposed to be a writer.

But listen to that language… I do make things hard for myself.

There’s no real joy in writing today.

Why am I so overwhelmed by a fairytale notion that every time I write it will be perfect?

And what does that even mean anyway?

Note the use of further rhetorical questions as I procrastinate and meander slowly towards some kind of message, some kind of lesson.

So I’m not enjoying writing as much as usual. I had a bad sleep so I’m tired and grouchy.  But in the back of my mind, I know that I have enough evidence from previous days in my life to know that:

It’s just today and that I just need to get on with it.

Dig deep, find your rocket pack and get it done.

It doesn’t have to be coffee and cake (that just seems to work for me). Even if what I write feels crap, at least I did it.

Today:  this is my perfect.

After all, I said this was a reassuringly ordinary self-help blog.

*This is where I go all ‘third person’ on myself and start talking as if I’m the character in my book and I start saying things like…’Sarah knew she could do it, she just needed a push. She knew she’d feel better after…’ Anyone else do this? Thought not.