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IAmNotBritish, episode five

Happy Brunch Sunday from Florida. Raise your mimosas and let's clink a cheers to a bit of connection between work, notices, and ads in your inbox.

I have several accents in mind this morning. I will struggle to focus on my fake London one. If you're new to my sharing, this is my email gist:

Bits of this life with intention to share a little connection into your inbox. Written with a London-English accent in my head. Of course, reading the emails with an accent is completely voluntary.


Why are we here?

I didn't take Marketing 101 in high school, though it was very exciting when Mr. McCauley's class was introduced, and sign-ups soared and filled up in a short minute. I saw them all, passing by the room and peering into the tiny glass window. 

I didn't see the point of THAT. 

Scroll down to today, where babies learn to market themselves in selfies and every profession requires marketing. Even if a person has their cush dream job, they must maintain an online persona in order to stay fresh and marketable. Companies close--even tenured professors can find themselves unemployed when rural universities shut down. It's the nature of our lives to not only look good on paper, but to look good on screen. 

So why this? My email may seem 'extra' from this marketing perspective. As the blue words say, the purpose is to connect. I was finding social media to be a DISCONNECTION. We jump on during spare moments, hoping to see our people, to know them better, keep up with their lives. I am barraged with people selling themselves, and that seems less genuine. Maybe it's an author thing or a entrepreneur thing, but I wanted to try something different. Perhaps old-school. Simple.

I won't talk about things that I do actually sell. I just want a moment set aside to connect with others. Some time with my people.

Today's Deep Breath: (Here's a practical juju nugget. May or may not be helpful.)

Take a break. Give yourself permission to look up, away from the screens, the sidewalk, the mirrors. Hear the birds as they return. Let your hair go in the breeze. Close your eyes and feel the sun on your face, even if the rays are diminished because of the clouds. The sun is still there. Take a deep breath.

Until next time,

Tami Lowe

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