Breaking news: I’m bored of words. Boring words, that is.
Can’t we all be clear, concise and colorful?
That’s MY triple bottom line.
Consider this your personal call-to-action to speak (and sing, and blog, and Tweet) with supercharged style & specificity.
‘Cause self-promotion and self-expression are two sides of the same shiny coin.
And the right turn of phrase transforms everything.
It’s not a DEADLINE …
It’s an electrified ETA. A timeline target. A Come-To-Jesus moment. A milestone. A launchpoint.
It’s not a BRAINSTORMING SESSION …
It’s mind-meld. A lightning round. A GlitterBomb. A VisionQuest. A creative coven-ation.
It’s not a QUESTIONNAIRE …
It’s a playbook. A self-expression sojourn. A practical exploration. An introspective interrogation.
It’s not an AFFILIATE NETWORK …
It’s your minions of money-making. Your partners in prosperity. Your cashflow comrades. Your luscious lucre legion.
It’s not a VACATION …
It’s a sacred media fast. A systemic re-boot. A 7-day nap. An off-grid extravaganza.
It’s not EXERCISE …
It’s a cellular groovefest. A strength-n-tone soiree. A celebration of dangerous curves. An evening constitutional.
It’s not a BREAKTHROUGH …
It’s an Oprah Moment. A cathartic catastrophe. A self-inquiry supernova. A mental prison break.
It’s not AUTHENTIC …
It’s pragmatically transparent. Luminous. Vulnerable. Resonant.
It’s not AWESOME …
It’s amazeballs. Psycho-stupendous. Exhilarating. A revelation.
It’s not CRAZY …
It’s bonkers. BO-NANAS. Bojangles McNutballz. Psycho-pants.
It’s not a WEDDING …
It’s a BFF-union, with benefits. A ritualized romance. A public declaration of L-O-V-E. Subatomic human fusion. An extremely long first date.
It’s not EXPENSIVE …
It’s luxurious. High-touch. Exclusive. Aspirational. Or, simply not a priority.
You’re not a COACH …
You’re a catalyst. An alchemist. A mentor. A guide.
You’re not a BLOGGER …
You’re a digital curator. A philosopher. A how-to tactician. A beacon. An icon. A community-crafter.
You’re not my READERS …
You’re my allies. Advocates. Comrades. Disco Monkettes.
We’re not ONLINE …
We’re in sync. In the Matrix. On the grid. Hanging ten on the virtual pipeline.
We’re not FINISHED …
We’ve swooped ’round, full circle. We’ve reached an organic conclusion. We’re fully baked. We’re totally toasted. On the cooling rack. Ready to be frosted.
Over to you, winsome wordsmiths. Go forth & forge a world of compelling, concise, convivial language!
this is so awesome! I love it. i cant think of any right now, but i will be thinking…
I wanna have your babies.
I’m forever scarred by Michelle’s comment ;)
Alexandra you are my wordsmith. Love this.
You had me at Unicorns for Socialism.
So, you know I love your groovetastic genius and I have recently fallen even more in love with how your crafty brilliance communicates at rachelwcole.com. & one day, when I have a little more money to play with than the $10 bucks I invested in your steal of a deal toolbox, I’ll hire you to spin your magic at my soon-to-be website! Woop woop!!! Keep up the great work.
I love this – thank you for the inspiration. No more thinking outside the box – instead we’ll be unleashing our mental mojo.
Yay! Was just doing this with some of my people yesterday.
We decided…
I’m not building a MEMBERSHIP SITE, it’s a Bouncy House. Nay, a Bouncy Castle for Ideas + Smartness.
We don’t DO OUR TO DO LIST, we throw SparklePoints from towers.
We don’t AVOID PEOPLE, We hide In Moats of Healthy Hermit-ness.
Our craftybiz is crafty like a fox, sly like a narwhal (whatevs, they are totally sly).
We practice mad craftbizzery around a Crystal Ball of Sparkling Luminosity (authenticity).
And are stuff isn’t homemade, or even handmade, it’s created, hatched, sparked, birthed, and knit-up nice and cozy.
Oh, and Goddess Leonie is always saying “that sucks Panda Balls”. My fave!
This is so awesome! Bookmarking it for future inspiration.
I just found you! How fanfreakinfabulous – a workdmakerupper just like me :D !!
Now I wanna go run n change awesome into something else (I’m rocking OTHER made up words though!) What a fun, funky vibe here, love it! Tia
MICHELLE :: No babies for me, plz! Child-free by choice! Plus, your husband might object…
L’ERIN :: Lookin’ forward to that fine day, m’dear.
TARA :: Everyone knows that narwhals are the slyest of the aquatic mammals. Duh.
TIA :: Wordmakerupping is the new black.
you have such a magical way with words, and have inspired me to infuse my writing with more madness and creativity! Keep doing your thing girl!
i LOVE this. I often feel mere words arent enough to describe anything. I found a new language yeah!!!!
i love this more than words – even crazypants,bedazzled ones – could ever say.
SUPERFANTASMAGORICAL! :D
I LOVE this!
I’ve been playing with this lately too!
I am not a dance teacher (I’m really really not!)
I AM A FACILITATOR OF WILDLY JOYFUL DANCERS, a thrower of glitterbombs, a holder of safe and sacred space, and a tender of inner flames! YAY!!! *throws glitter*
WHEEEE! :D
Oh my goodness, I love everything this is and chooses to be. I wish I could send to my high school self, who felt like a loser for crafting my own slang. Fantabulous, darling.
simply stated: YOU are brilliant. you need to start selling your magic sparkly word wand today (i’d like mine in a shade of purple!).
and i have a lovely little challenge for you :) — could you wave your wand upon the super scary word… STATISTICS. yes, it’s scary and dry and requires sparkles badly!!
oh and one word i wanted to share :)
calendar/time management/our schedule [triple yuck] –> i create a timetini (i get to mix all of the different flavors together and create my own perfect cocktail) … works on so many levels (your glass can’t overflow, you need room at the top to add your personal extras for visual appeal, and you learn from each timetini what you like and don’t like — need a little more of x, a little less of y, and maybe throw in some z)
Ah, beauteous wordsmithery! Once again my heart is set ablaze by your limitless thinking! Merci!!
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I have no words. Except for the ones I’m writing right now. You’ve got the right title babe – You are a PIMP!