You Know What I’m Talking About, Right???
When I write to you, you are a collective of specific people. Like my imaginary best friend/student I carry on my walks.
The other day I couldn't quite feel you.
Could feel your presence just out of reach
Tried to solve the disconnection with familiar thought patterns.
Asking myself marketing and sales questions like:
What does he need?
What is she looking for?
What is she dying for a solution to?
Those questions are fine if I'm wanting to market to you instead of create connection and understanding.
Instead, I thought:
What’s here
I’m walking
Sunshine
Exhale
My energy is spinning upward as I think
It’s high pitched
The hum of worry
What’s here
Pull it down with my
Breath. Left
Right
Hearts on a telephone pole
Low flying heron
Sunshine
An insight:
They know what you’re talking about
Then I heard the voice of the internet marketing squad: don’t use coach speak. No coach speak. Coach speak bad
bad
badddd
My energy constricted, swirling up again. Belly tight.
They know what you mean
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Trusting this is true,