There are more social media sites these days than spices in my spice cabinet. It’s giving me a headache.
Can we all just agree to stop at Instagram? Communal pinky pact, pleeeeease?
In the meantime, let me smack down this social media schizophrenia with a pinch of clarity + a gallon of confidence. That’s all you need to open your (insert name of social media profile here) with no street cred’, just yet.
Do you have any social media tips of your done to add to the mix?
And do me the biggest favor, will ya’? Share today’s Friday Video Time episode on your favorite social media outlets. I have a feeling we can make this puppy go viral.
Hey superstar. Yes, I’m talking to YOU, hiding behind your computer screen to camouflage the ugly sweatpants + underslept frame + forced grin. I know that look. I’ve seen it too many times before.
Stop it. Your playing Hide & Not Seek isn’t helping anyone. Your video shame isn’t either.
You were destined for red carpets + cupcake galas + standing ovations + fan mail. Don’t act so surprised. You know I’m right.
Pick up your super suit from the dry cleaners. Yes, it’s an order. Pleeeeease! It’s time. The spotlight is so anxious to meet you.
Gimme your Zoolander look + catwalk like Tyra Banks showed you from amateur to freaking pro. Boom. Make me more proud.
I’ve got 5 fresh ideas to help out. Listen up!
lights. camera. take action.
I want to hear your plans for videosphere domination Pinky. In the comments bellow post a link to your latest video with at least one idea to make it more awesome. I will not only watch every one, but will also offer personalized tips for improvement.
Offer lasts all day today, Friday April 19 + ends when the clock strikes midnight on Sunday April 21, so if you’re game, I now I am, I’ll see you down below.
While editing this video I had a revelation: “I am my #1 Fan”. Cue celestial music. Wowww. Where did that come from? Is that even allowed?
Thought I’d share my narcissistic delusions. Keeps me honest. It’s supposed to be healthy.
And speaking of brutal honesty, today I’m kidnapping Friday Video Time to make a much needed parenthesis + address the question that keeps knocking (read: haunting) at my door: “Why don’t you write posts + create videos + make products in both English + Spanish?”
Good one. Smarty pants.
Where is my Emotional Intelligence book when I need it?
So, “Why English over Spanish?” you asked. Well, this is my reply. And as real as it gets my friend.
When you’re done watching you have my permission to grab your favorite nugget + turn it into a tweetable. Or choose my favorite above. I’ll buy the virtual cupcakes.
Facebook pages + groups are more popular than cupcakes these days. (Insert shock face here!)
Entrepreneurs everywhere are using em’ to share news + boost brand epicness + dazzle customers + foster discussion in an amazeballs community environment. But here’s the deal superstar: Not everyone is going to play nice + that’s where today’s episode comes in.
I want to prepare you for situations where fans get out of hand, Metalica concert style by sharing my top tips for creating Facebook “House Rules”. Do I hear a helz yeah in the crowd?
How do you manage your Facebook page + group(s)? What pajama party “House Rules” have you implemented or will implement after today’s video? Do share in the comments!
I hope this was mega helpful + insanely practical + awesome. Pow!
When I was little, my grandma used to tell us that if we went out swimming on Good Friday we would turn into mermaids. Just in case, I’ve always taken it easy these days leading to Easter. Wouldn’t want to accidentally turn into, I dunno, a video camera maybe.
But all silliness aside, this seasonal pause has me feeling a bit sentimental. And then mix that up with a pinch of PMS + you have yourself a recipe for La Vita è Bella-type sobbing. Hubby is a saint.
This may or may not make coherent sense.
In June of 2010 (holy smokes!) I began this online roller coaster ride as a way to spill open my hopes + fears + passions + epiphanies + worries + questions + all the beautiful mess in-between. I confess I’ve never really followed any treasure maps, instead I’ve relied on the purest life force I know, my inner compass, to propel me forward + pave the way.
With my gut as captain, I’ve sailed this ship away from the safe harbor, still amazed it’s managed to stay wreck-free. Bruised, yes, but never wrecked. Knock on wood.
Sounds epic? Should I write an auto-biography? Want my autograph? Should I change my name to Magic Carles? Nah! The truth is, I’ve spared myself + everyone who’s come along for the adventure an Armageddon only because I have granny as lighthouse + mom as life vest + hubby as fuel + the whole fam’ providing free claps, plus hors d’ouvres.
Bring it on turbulent waters, I don’t even need the infamous vomit bag. I have my peeps. Pow!
If Oprah calls though, I will need a lot of seats.
It’s one thing to dream, “Oh, wouldn’t it be so cool if…”. It’s another to see God + the Universe + Lucky Charms, heck call it whatever you want, manifest your wildest wishes right before your eyes. Faith is all you need.
I’ve never shared my spiritual beliefs out in the open before for too many reasons. I’ve purposely edited details like that:
- I went to an all girls Catholic school.
- I have big issues with institutionalized religion.
- I love our new Pope Francisco because he makes me smile + gives me hope.
- I believe human design is influenced by the stars.
- I mostly pray on airplanes, specially when I think it’s going to crash.
- I will love my husband for every lifetime.
- I sense there are hairy hands underneath my bed that only come out at night.
- I think we reincarnate as lizards + barracudas or rocks when we are mean to each others.
I told ya’, I’ve got reasons. Talk about a spiritual jambalaya.
But for the sake of today’s hiatus + passing reflection, here’s what I must share:
Have a little faith in you. In me. Open your arms wide to catch. Look up with big shiny eyes. Expect an avalanche of miracles. Boom! Turn off everything with an “On” button. Flip the faith switch instead. Activate it. Magic is always waiting to happen, if you only let it freaking be. Can you feel it?
I believe in you. But that’s not enough, you must learn to trust your deep breaths. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. What do you hear when the noise is gone? When the party glasses are removed? When no one’s looking? When the world’s cynicism is washed out? When being cool is no longer important?
Use your new Easter Bookmark Notes to open up. Share your incoherently beautiful story.
Stop! See what happens when you do.