I Think I’ll Just Be Quiet and Listen

Grab a coffee, or a cuppa tea,  and let’s talk for a bit.  Join me?  While driving for 12 hours straight to get back to Pennsylvania with four dogs, two kids, one husband and a guinea pig, I had a lot of time to think.  Other than posting on Instagram, which I happen to like, I unplugged from everything else.  And I liked it.

 

In September of 2016, I began this new journey.  Granted, I’ve been writing for years, but the Facebook, website, blog, online interaction and electronic courses were all new to me.  I learned about opt-ins, mailing lists, podcasts, guest posting, online portfolios…the list goes on and on.

Thing is, I don’t know that it’s for me.

Everyday I get emails telling me to be badass.  To be more engaged.  To be monetized.  To be plugged in 24/7.  To be more me.  To be less me.  To be confident.  To be vulnerable.  To be conscious of page views.  To be helpful.  To be smart.  To be hip.  To be unconventional.

I really just want to be quiet.

I love interacting and connecting with people, and yes, I’ll walk up to random strangers and have great conversations.  Yesterday I met an Italian-American gentleman who made me a fresh cannoli, offered me a history lesson of two baseball greats (one of whom eventually came to my hometown to set up shop) and offered to gather his stories and give me a copy so I could read them for myself.  Al and I shook hands and we each walked away smiling.  And I had the best cannoli I’ve ever had.

I also met Sabina the same day.  Master gardener, dressed in overalls, a few years older than me and we got into a conversation about the beauty in aging gracefully and being okay with it.  She was beautiful, inside and out.

So, now what?

I don’t know if any of you read Paul Jarvis.  He’s a developer and his online presence is, for the most part, what he calls his Sunday newsletter.  It’s just an email he sends out to interested folks about working as an entrepreneur.  I read it every Sunday, and we usually have an exchange afterward.  No sales, no links, nothing.  Once a year, he has a sale, but he gives the heads-up if you’d like to delete and move on.  I’m certain he has a sales page somewhere, but I’ve never seen it.

He lives up somewhere in Canada.  He writes, grows stuff in his garden, drives a cool car for fun, and takes off July and August with a “see you in the fall.”

I don’t need the cool car (c’mon, I’m a MINI girl) but I do like the other parts, and I can make do with this little cottage in the Pennsylvania mountains.

Instagram is my SM of choice, so I’ll keep that.  I will encourage folks to read my blog posts and connect you like.  I don’t have any plans for monetizing my blog.  I’m not writing a course.

I’d love your email so that we could chat, but I want to know who you are too.  I’d love to share something that’s relevant through a weekly email, but I won’t be talking deborahfingerlow|ridingthedimeabout earning six-figures and busting the latest algorithm on any social media.  Let’s face it, I don’t have a clue.

I can talk to you about small steps you can make to connect more with people in real life, what works for me, what you can do, and when I’ve totally failed. It doesn’t happen often in person.

I’ll continue to write for people that want that sort of thing, but it’ll be slow going.  Strong roots, I hope.

My cup has been leaking of late, but I hadn’t realized it until I paid attention on vacation.  My kiddos are pretty much on their own these days and I’m only called in when someone is ill, or my uterine tracking device is needed to locate lost items.

I’m planning to spend more time volunteering with the beagle girls and have just signed up to work at a hospital I can walk to with them to go to work.  How cool is that?  Henry has been a goodwill ambassador on this trip and I may start him in training as well.  My fourth one does amazing nosework, and I think she’ll find her own place too.  Yes, I’m pretty much just the driver, but I get to interact with the folks.  The special needs kiddos have shown me that this nonverbal communication is pretty amazing and effective as well.  Vets with PTSD is another area in need.  This type of work speaks to me far more than page views and follows/unfollows.

So, what think you, amazing readers of mine?

Can I make this work?  Let me know what you think.  Still hanging here in the Poconos, I’m hoping to come to you live from Lake Wallenpaupack one of these days, when I have something else to say.  🙂

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Talk soon,

Deborah

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