Public Speaking and me

Have you ever felt the heart-stopping terror of standing up in front of people you've never met and speaking? Scary stuff right? I never, in a million years, thought I'd do that of my own free will, and yet it happened. And it was awesome! Hard to believe I know, and unless you've done it and loved it you probably still won't believe me, but I loved it.

The last 12 months have been an amazing journey for me and it began with attending the Art of Public Speaking Seminar with Carren Smith of Quantum Leadership. I'm still not entirely sure why I felt compelled to do this intense two-day course at the time, I just knew instinctively that it would be a life-changing experience. And I've never looked back. It was the catalyst for quitting my job and making massive changes, 12 months later I now run my own very successful and extremely busy business.

As a result of having my business, I was recently invited to speak to a group of 65 women at the Enlightened Goddesses NetConnect Seminar. Was I terrified? Hell yeah! But I knew that it would be yet another turning point in my life, so I committed to it and did it.

Here's the secret - be well prepared and know your stuff. I practiced that 20 minute talk until I was saying it in my sleep, I said it to the mirror, I said it into my iphone (yes, I found a cool little recording thingy in there!) and I played it back, I said it to my hubby and my hairdresser, I said it to video and watched myself saying it - it all got a bit boring after a while but it was SO worth it, because by the time I was standing in front of 65 women I knew that sucker inside out!  And when I knew it I could relax, be me and not get caught up in the details, and it flowed like a river on a sunny spring day.

So give it a try, maybe you'll find your inner rock star and learn to love it too!

How to attach a link to an image in your email

Recently I've been working with a client designing and writing her invitations to events. She's sending these as embedded jpg images by email and wanted the jpg image of the invitation to become a link to her website. This is a great time-saver and means no-one has to type your URL into their browser to get to your website.

So, I made a little movie to show you how to do it!

Simple, easy and a great little tool.

Are you a stalker or a talker?

Stalker or Talker?I’ve come to a conclusion. There seem to be two categories of people on Facebook; stalkers and talkers. I’m a talker, which one are you?

I didn’t realise the significance of this until I ‘un-friended’ someone who had never said anything. Ever! There was nothing on her profile page, no photo, no information, nothing!  One day I was de-cluttering and I deleted her. This was a girl I went to school with way back in the 1970s (I know, long time ago eh!) and I hadn’t seen her since 1997, so I figured there wasn’t really any connecting going on, just stony silence.

Guess what happened! Less than 24 hours after I’d ‘un-friended’ my friend, she sent me an email (aha! So she could contact me if she wanted to!) asking if I’d deleted her! My response was; “yes because you don’t communicate”, and she said that she didn’t ‘get’ facebook and didn’t know how to post comments. Conclusion: she’s a stalker!!

Just goes to show doesn’t it, you never know who’s watching. Facebook is about connecting, being friendly and sharing. So don’t be a stalker – yes, I’m talking to you!

Go on, I dare you to leave a comment :o)

Blog Challenge Day # 29 – Tell me now

Funeral WreathI found this poem in one of my mother' s magazines when I was young, and I've never forgotten it. I don't know who the author is, but it's something that's always stayed with me, so I thought I'd share.

If with pleasure you are viewing any work that I am doing, if you like me or you love me, tell me now.

Don’t withhold your approbation til the parson makes oration and I lie with snowy lilies o’er my brow.

For no matter how you shout it, I won’t care a damn about it, I’ll not know how many teardrops you have shed.

If you think some credit’s due me, now’s the time to tell it to me, for I cannot read my tombstone when I’m dead.