TALKIN' NUMBERS… SOME MEAN NAFF ALL AND WELL SOME… A LOT First up… ALL of this… every single bit of what I'm about to say… is coming from someone who has lived it… not someone pointing fingers eva...all experience, ups downs and testing 𝗖𝗼𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗜'𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁… 𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗨? Some numbers I've obsessed over and then gone "wait WDF… why am I even obsessing about this… what does it actually mean… does it actually mean ANYTHING real" Some I've ignored that I probably should have paid way more attention to… oops 😂 And some… well… some actually mean summat REAL and THAT'S what I wanna talk about today Cos here's the thing… and this is the bit that really matters… It's never ever really about the NUMBER It's about what's BEHIND it It's about the INTENTION behind why u're sharing it… why u're chasing it… what it actually represents underneath 𝗔 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘁 And I know this because I had a client once who had almost A MILLION followers… A MILLION… and was making zero money… ZERO… cos the number looked incredible AF on the outside and meant absolutely naff all on the inside That is the whole thing right there Let's have a chat about it hey 👇 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗣 𝗨 𝗨𝗣 💩 Now I'm not saying these numbers ARE poop… some of them are hello totes useful… but the INTENTION behind why u're chasing them or sharing them… THAT can be poop 😂 📈 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆… brilliant if u're using it to track whether ya community is genuinely growing… poop if u're just refreshing it for the dopamine hit of seeing a higher number 🔥 𝗨𝗿 𝟯𝟬 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸… amazing if it represents real intentional conversations and intentional showing up… absolutely fricken pointless if u've been clicking around having empty conversations just to keep the flame alive 🔴 𝗨𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻… great for tracking ya own progression and seeing if u're actually moving… meaningless if u got there posting fluff just to rack up points

📱 phone = personal stuff only 💻 laptop = business only that's it. no crossover. no careless faffing. 😂 what's urs… ? 👇

…but NOW I’m thinking there were some SLEAZY ASS TACTICS at play here… So this morning I go for breakfast, as you do here in Bali… Kick off my sandals outside… Go eat my breakfast… NOM FRICKING NOM NOM. Living my best little scrambled tofu life. I come back out… WHAT THE FCK? WHERE ARE MY SHOES??? Like…MY ACTUAL SHOES. Gone. Vanished.Disappeared.ABDUCTED. So naturally I lose the plot a tiny little bit. I’m looking under tables. Around plants.Questioning staff.Questioning humanity.Questioning whether I accidentally ascended barefoot into another dimension…yup BUT HERE’S THE THING… I ALWAYS leave them at the door.I’ve been going to this place for TWO YEARS. And sitting there…ALL ALONE…like some sad little abandoned ex… …was a pair of BROWN sandals. Kind of like mine.But also VERY NOT LIKE MINE. Mine are BLACK. Cute.Cork.Sexy little vegan sandals. obvs These were brown leather-looking ones and honestly… I DON’T WANT YOUR SKANKY ASS BROWN SANDALS, SUSAN…. (I know can u feel how serious I am about this) GIMME MY BLACK ONES BACK. So I ask where the lady went who was sitting there. “Ohhh she left.” OH DID SHE NOW? Now listen… Have YOU ever tried putting shoes on without looking down? (Yes I practiced) It’s kind of difficultAF. Go ahead give it a bash, film it show me… So at SOME POINT this woman had to notice she’d suddenly transformed from:“brown sandal lady” to “Mimi Ramsey’s black sandal era.” And I thought…Ok… Maybe honest mistake.Maybe she’ll realise.Maybe she’ll come back in 10 mins all embarrassed and apologetic. NOPE. WE ARE NOW NEARLY TEN HOURS IN. No return. No phone call. No message. No:“Hey, slight issue… accidentally stole your footwear.” NOTHING. NAFF ALL…NOT A TOFU SAUSAGE And the thing that’s making me EXTRA RAGEY TO DA MAX… These sandals are hard AF to get here. I WAITED TWO YEARS FOR THESE BAD BOYS. TWO DAMN YEARS. Do you know how attached you become to sandals after two years in Bali? Those things have BEEN THROUGH IT with me.