If your anything like me than you have asked yourself this question far too many times. There are times I put a lot of work into Twitter, but barely received anything in return. When you look around the web there are tons of people that give Twitter two thumbs up. I give it credit for being addictively fun and interesting, but how much is it really helping your business grow? I’m all for using anything that helps my business grow, but lately I’ve really been focusing on limiting my usage. If something isn’t converting for you then you need to recognize. You’re only wasting time if you keep beating yourself in the head over something that’s not producing. For some people Twitter may be wonderful, but for others like me it might be wasting your time. Here are some ways to recognize if Twitter isn’t all it’s pumped up to?
Nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion. – Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
So here is a simple equation – Passion –> Motivation –> Energy –> Power. I believe in this whole heartedly; I’m passionate about so many things in life and I’ll be eternally grateful for the things I’ve been rewarded with because of these passions. Passion is contagious, much like when somebody laughs or smiles – I don’t know about you, but if somebody smiles I smile with them. If somebody laughs, I’m normally the one who laughs the longest. When I see someone with passion, it inspires me – it makes me yearn for their passion. I tend to search out people with passion and find somewhere in my life for them, because I believe you need them. So, what am I passionate about? About helping others for example.
The passion that keeps me going, that makes me excited, and that makes me want to climb mountains is helping others get education. Not just sending money and enjoying it, but seeing how all the pieces of the puzzle fit together from the getting people interested to helping them staying motivated and the review their learning efforts.
Last month I managed to persuade 3 people to join ged learning program and it was captivating. You could tell that the students truly believed in their idea, and there was a genuine excitement filling the air. I’m also passionate about how lessons are marketed because I’ve seen a much needed learning resources websites that disappear off the air because the marketing wasn’t done right.
I decided during the second week of March, the same week that I launched this blog, to tend to the goal of blogging 3 times a month. To my surprise and pleasure, I have managed that goal with only one or two exceptions. The last couple of weeks I have arrived at a creative standstill. During this time, I didn’t produce hardly any new substance but I did keep the blog going by way of gently tweaking old drafts. This past month has been an experience of having the wheels grind to a halt. While I continued writing, I have found myself with a decrease in inspiration and enticement. That is to say, I have been less clear on exactly what I am trying to accomplish. Writing was little more than the meeting of my own self-set standard.
If I am to be successful now, I will have to do more than just show up. Showing up is no longer sufficient. If I am to be successful, I have to assess why I feel dissatisfied at present. For my birthday, Donna has spoiled me with a very nice selection of tools to aid my creative process. That coupled with the gift of spending the weekend with my parents has enabled me to arrive at a higher mental altitude. I am exicited about what lies ahead for me, creatively. I also believe that, truer than any point in my own history, I am equipped for success. For these tools to do me any good I have to know what it is I am trying to accomplish and thus, how best to use them.
I confess. Poke the Box is the first book by Seth Godin that I have ever read. I’ve known of him since Purple Cow I have been reminded of his work when setting up Godin-themed bookstore endcaps, and endlessly I have been advised that he is a genius and that I should read his books. I’ve always thought the books looked intriguing, even as they aren’t my normal reading, but I have never made the leap.
I only got around to it because this one was on my Kindle. Donna had gotten it when it was offered as a free download recently. She never says no to a free e-book. I probably wouldn’t have read it then except for some reason I couldn’t find the word game I like to play; so I arrived at this.
I wore my hair long then, to my shoulders, and I kept it slicked back during work. I wore a black apron and a name tag. My post was at the cash register and my specialty was selling club discount cards. I got a rush out of my ever-increasing stats and the recognition I had received in house and from corporate. Otherwise, I found myself stuck in a city I regretted moving to, screening creditor phone calls, skipping meals, and scavenging co-workers leftovers, and certain that I had taken a few wrong turns from which I might never find my way again.
Seize the day, yes but don’t lose your mind.
In Dead Poets’ Society, Professor Keating got my attention. He inspired me to live life to the fullest, to dine on bone marrow, to drink deep the joys available to me. That brazen and unorthodox teacher made me want to tear pages from books, stand on top of my desk, and proclaim my freedom.
I had seen that movie when I was younger but watched it again when I first went away to college. I really latched onto those ideas then. I took on a role of whimsy and I was alive with passion and fire and excitement. I lived by compulsion. Compulsion rather than discipline ruled my life. By compulsion, I wrote poems, studied, listened to music, talked to girls, planned my future. I was deathly afraid of dull moments. I was ever in search of an event or an audience or a moment.
I haven’t written anything new since last Thursday night. Had I not a ready supply of drafts, nothing would have gotten published this week.
I haven’t written anything. No new drafts. No rough drafts. No tweaks of old drafts. No lists.
I haven’t even written an email. I did tweet but I don’t count that. Tweeting is like breathing or being a smart aleck in that it comes naturally.
When I wrote Friday’s post last Thursday night I felt charged. I had an idea that I got excited about and then I typed it out in a couple of hours.
Material goods. Possessions. Junk. Whatever you call it, I don’t think stuff is inherently bad. It’s what we do with stuff that makes it good or evil.
I accumulate stuff like cable TV accumulates shows about people who accumulate stuff. Okay, so I’m not a Hoarder. I’m not one of those people. Those people are nuts.
If someone were offering me a new living room suite as part of an agreement that I get rid of my collection of taxidermied rodents, I’d say yes faster than you could say “get it away from me!”. But these people? They don’t know when to let go.
A few important things have recently happened; first of all I found and took a career aptitude test on the career tools website. Apparently we all have career personalities; it means we are destined for some jobs more than for other ones. This test is based on the Holland codes and divides people in 6 groups, of course these kinds of tests generalize everything but in the core they are quite good. I belong to a group called thinkers and I am totally agreed with it. Take a look on my process of writing and judge for yourself.
I brainstorm lists of blog topics. I have realized though that these lists are a black hole, an almost sure fire way to guarantee I never write about those topics. I’m not as bad as I used to be but I backspace like I restart video games which is chronically. I sit in front of the monitor for hours everyday. I really am a slow writer. Admittedly, I can’t help but feel that the payoff isn’t always worth the effort.
I hardly know how to write short, unless it’s a list. All my ideas are grandiose. In addition to my slowness, I have undiagnosed ADHD. If you watched me you’d understand what I mean. I am constantly distracted. The internet doesn’t help but even in a quiet room on my word processor these same problems plague me. There I am likely to fall asleep. Some time ago.
I come up with an idea I’m really excited about and then hit a wall and don’t complete the post for several days because I want to get it right. This usually means that my blog suffers as I don’t move on to something else.