Start before you’re ready
We all have to start somewhere. Which is what I plan on doing for WordplayFest. Sharing the journey up to November 15th–you’re gonna hear about the highlights, lowlights and in-between.
Sometimes I get a little bit stuck in my own head. I’ll stay up late tweaking the event page, thinking: “It’s not ready.”
But we’re all recovering perfectionists because if we didn’t start until it was ready than we’d never get the page live.
We’d never hit “publish.”
We’d NEVER SHIP IT.
For the late bloomers
It was never just about puns.
Was it the first comedic art form I pursued? Yes.
Because it was a way to show people at scale that I was smart and funny.
That’s what we girls who are late bloomers want to be.
Despite the fact that at 5’10”, I towered over even some of the teachers on my way to my middle school locker, I took awhile to feel like I could truly take up that space. I still felt very small inside.
As late bloomers, we can’t expect to be called pretty when our petals are still tucked inside the bud.
We accept our role as ‘bud’ to the boys with bowl-cuts that we wish like liked us.
Some of us get into STEM for obvious reasons :)
LAUGHTER AS MEDi-Zen
“Give me a challenge!” I yell out, smiling, feeling fully relaxed and zenned out despite the horn blasts, groans of exhaust fumes of mac trucks, and the roar of a motorcycle brigade passing through the speakers.
I am in the midst of a meditation battle my friend Eric setup at a biohacker conference.
My competitor? A first-time meditator named Blake, a beefy, tall bro with ripply muscles beneath a white tee that I met by the nootropic beverage bar minutes earlier.