Today I met with a publicist. She was incredibly nice and kind- unlike the many people I have met in LA. She offered me advice on putting together a media kit and showing companies my numbers on social media and blog.
To be honest, I was pretty overwhelmed. Because I’ve done all that before. I’ve put together media kits before. I’ve tried to show people my value….but at the end of the day, if people really truly know WHO I AM, I wouldn’t have to try so hard. Because I know what I have to offer- me.
Not the numbers, not the views.
Me. The authentic, the imperfect, the enough me.
Instead of being gripped by fear, I did approach some of the past opportunities that I felt like “it wasn’t the right time” to pursue last year….and even though I knew the “numbers” weren’t there. Yes, I don’t have 80,000 followers on instagram. I have over 1,200.
So I got no’s.
But I felt relieved.
I felt like “you know what. I actually don’t want to go down this path”.
Because I know what I have to offer is greater than numbers, followers, views.
It’s about authenticity.
I write and live out authenticity.
I am not better or less than.
I am who I am and I want to write about the imperfect, complicated and simple life that I have. I want to write about how I get rejected, how I get no’s, how even though my numbers and qualifications don’t add up, God’s grace is enough for me.
And so if God’s grace doesn’t open that door for me, I know God’s grace isn’t on it.
I want to write about the fear that is so real and makes my arms numb, about the belly fat that I sometimes loath, and how I try to do yoga at night but realize I just need to love myself for what I look like now, fully and completely. That NO I can’t get abs in one week.
Take it or leave it. That’s me.
I’m not going to figure out how to get more followers so I can go on a press trip, because I’m more than that.
I write to change lives, to tell people, it’s okay to be authentic and imperfect…to speak your mind, to speak the truth, to be politically incorrect, to be insecure, to make mistakes.
I’m going to keep doing what I love and what I’m good at.
I don’t want to go down that rabbit hole of trying to be good at something I don’t like doing.
Trying and getting a “no” is better than not trying and living in fear.
Because when you get a “no” or a rejection letter, you feel relieved.
You know you can move on and no longer have to be thinking about it. You know something more SUITABLE is ahead for you.
It’s like closing a chapter and knowing that another is coming.
What doors are you leaving open that needs to be closed?
Sometimes those new doors won’t open until you say NO firmly to the last door.
If you claim it’s a new season, why are you still flirting with the past. If you claim you don’t want to, why do you keep doing it. Do your words mean anything if you don’t stick to your own intention?
Half ass intentions leads to half ass results.
Let your no be no. Let your yes be yes. And last of all, say absolutely YES to yourself.
This is me. All of me. I believe that if it’s meant to be, God will open the door. It doesn’t mean you just wait on your ass for manna to fall down from heaven…you still try, but you try knowing that rejection is just an open door to the next good thing.
Let the spirit lead. Everything has already been completed.