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I’ve been thinking about this heaps, and OOOOOOFFFFFFF! If I hadn’t called my community THE BACKROOM ← 🚪 I probably would’ve called it The Conversation Club This is literally where my brain went this morning while eating my breakfast burrito (but nope I am not changing it btw) One of those random thoughts that ain’t actually RANDOM at all. You know the ones. They’re usually onto something BIG! Well, I was thinking about intentions behind communities. Because we all have them, whether we’ve named them or not. Every space is leading somewhere. Even the “casual” ones. Stay with me. So The Backroom didn’t start fully formed. It evolved actually we used to be called the Unstoppables. But the newish name came basically from the FEEL of it, not some deep branding exercise I did. It’s called The Backroom because it’s the place you go to talk it out. Business stuff, yes. But also the WOOPS, the WOBBLES, the “I don’t know if this even makes sense but…” moments. It’s the space where confidence gets built quietly. Where you start to feel safe enough to actually be yourself around other humans. And honestly, that’s the bit that matters most to me BIG TIME… Because in there, you don’t have to worry that your post will be deleted. Or misunderstood. Or jumped on. Or turned into a pitch-fest. Or met with advice you didn’t ask for (HELLO, that one). It’s a space where we build the confidence muscle TOGETHER, not by being perfect, but by being real AF (aka humans being humans) And I know some people will read this and think, “huh, sounds a bit pointless.” But here’s the thing that keeps niggling at me… How many of you are sat in genuinely EPIC communities right now, amazing spaces, great people, loads of potential… like this space for example, and you’re still not posting? Not because you’ve got nout to say. But because of that tiny (or not so tiny) fear. Of judgement. Of saying the wrong thing. Of someone misunderstanding you. Of your brain going into overdrive before you’ve even typed the first sentence.

(This is very Backroom energy… you’ll see why) This kinda shocked me, blew my mind and everyone I shared it with felt the same… On my chit chat with a guy called Mikey , 70 years old. From the States. We ended up talking heaps. One of those rare, soul-filling convos that just flows. Smart. Humble. Grounded. I wish I’d got a picture of us, but hey I’ve got the story. (And he’s planning on staying in Bali, so maybe there’s a round two.) Anyway, among all the things we talked about life, food, Bali, travels, business, AI (he’s more clued up than most 30-year-olds), one thing really stayed with me. He told me about how his son landed an epic job recently. How? He wrote a handwritten letter yep, cursive (his words) and posted it. Envelope. Stamp. Phone number. The works. He got the job. Because it stood out. Because it was personal. Because it had… confidence. Then Mikey shared more. That every job he’d ever gotten in his career (he used to build houses) came from him walking up and saying: “I’ll build your kitchen. You only pay me when you’re happy.” Every single person paid him. Not just paid him, they recommended him. He had more work than he could handle. He made millions before the job even started. Why? Confidence… And then he said something that made me pause, like wtf He said, “I was a con artist back then.” I did a double take — like, huh? 🧐 Then he smiled and said, “You know what con artist used to mean, right? Confidence artist.” So of course, this morning I looked it up. And yep, he was right. Back in the 1800s, there was a guy called William Thompson in New York. He’d approach people and ask “Do you have the confidence to lend me your watch until tomorrow?” They’d say yes. Because he sounded so sure. So trustworthy. So certain. They called him a “confidence man.” Which became con man. Then con artist. Sure, it’s taken on a more shady meaning now. But originally? It wasn’t about deception.

So I was on a call with a client yesterday and she goes, “Mimi… how do you put so many good posts out there that actually get GOOD engagement?” And at first I was like oh… HELLO… tiny blush moment activated, why thank you very much, imaginary bow, nearly trips, recovers, plays it cool (ish)… BUT THEN… I was like ok, let me actually SHOW you, because this is not magic and it is DEFINITELY not me sat there thinking always “right then, time to WRITE CONTENT,” with my serious face on and a list of hooks. Meh. Nope. HERE’S THE TRUTH BIT. Some of my stuff is planned, yeah, there’s intention behind it and thought there. Strategic feels like the wrong word tbh, but you know what I mean, well I know what I mean, it’s not random stuff all the time. HOWEVER… a LOT of it comes from what’s already happening around me. Stuff I see, stuff people say, conversations, side comments, little moments that make my brain go WAIT… WHATTT… because honestly, it’s all already OUT THERE. HELLO. EYE BALLS EYEING 👀 SO LET ME SHOW YOU A REAL ONE. Someone new jumped into the Backroom, grateful AF which we love immediately, went through the onboarding which is very personal, very human, very “hi this is not a robot speaking to you” vibes. They landed on the Start Here post and shared where they were moving to. AND MY BRAIN WENT… AHHH… HELLO… PING 💡 Because this is my thing. EVERYONE gives you something. Always. It’s all in the conversations, always has been. WHEN THEY SAID WHERE THEY WERE MOVING TO, my brain instantly went, “ohhhh… I wonder where everyone ELSE in here is actually from?” Now then I COULD have totes just put out a normal post like “Where in the world are you from?” but honestly… meh. We’ve all seen that post. Scroll, drop a flag emoji, disappear. POOF SO I ADDED A TWIST (OBVS) (we like to do thing different in da BACKROOM←🚪) Anyways, same question, different energy. I said tell us where you are WITHOUT telling us where you are. Use clues, words, weather, food, vibes, random hints, whatever you want. We guess, we’re getting warmer, colder, nearer, but you are NOT allowed to reveal it until tomorrow because rules are rules, DUH.

In Gif’s only 😏 how did you earn your first money? Nanna’s Xmas money doesn’t count 🤣