You’re My Kind of Whackjob

You’re My Kind of Whackjob

table for two

[tweetmeme] After a year and a half of writing this blog, it still seems odd to me that I share my most personal thoughts with world. See, I’ve always considered myself a private person, as I keep my feelings close to my chest, dealing them out only to those few, dear people closest to me. I’ve never really felt safe opening up to people, and I felt a sense of contentment with my story staying mine, alone.

You’re My Kind of Whackjob

5 Tips for Finding Your Signal and Creating a Web Presence to Support It

TDT Antenna (DVB-T)

[tweetmeme] I wrote this post for my friend and fellow Innerpreneur, Tim Bursh. He blogs on Social Impact, Social Media and Community. I encourage you to read the article in it’s entirety.

5 Tips for Finding Your Signal

  1. Accept that there is no demand for your message.
  2. Express your point-of-view.
  3. The more valuable your signal, the stronger it will be.
  4. It’s a table for two.
  5. Share.

Looking for more guidance than this? Read the whole article. The context around these 5 tips is what really matters.

photo credit: Andres Rueda

You’re My Kind of Whackjob

I’m a Glutton for Experience

slowly and alone

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I’m in Paris, France and Barcelona, Spain for the next week, capitalizing on the business trip (aka enjoying the free hotel) my husband has been sent on. I’ve brought my computer, and before I left, I told myself I would work… because I feel guilty. Guilty for spending money I don’t have, guilty for the time away from my clients and business and guilty for taking a trip I feel I don’t deserve.

Despite the self-inflicted guilt, I could not help but seize the opportunity for adventure.

You’re My Kind of Whackjob

The Toronto Meetup Is Exactly What I Need

Rainy Toronto
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This Past Monday

It was a rainy night in a slightly pretentious Italian restaurant in downtown Toronto where mid-level suits go to wine and dine. I’m standing at the bar, expecting two confirmed attendees and wondering what I was thinking when I picked the place. The first person to arrive is Nathalie Lussier, the Raw Food Witch. We stand, waiting and start chat about where we live and what our passions are. She’s a black belt and a computer geek. She’s f’ing cool to me. It’s a natural connection.

You’re My Kind of Whackjob

The Truth About Compromise

Flight of fancy

[tweetmeme] I’ve noticed that people often use the word “compromise” not in relation to a mutual concession or a trade, but to describe the betrayal of their principles, the surrender of their belief to the groundless claim of another.

A “compromise” in this instance could be a wife’s surrender to her husband’s irrational demands for social conformity or pretended religious observance. Or a writer creating books to please “the public”, against their own judgment and standards.

Let’s make a deal

A compromise, by definition, is an agreement or a settlement of a dispute that is reached by each side making concessions. That means both parties in the compromise have some valid claims and some value to offer each other.