What's your experience, YAY or NAY... I am normally a photo-and-text kinda girl... But something in me is saying give carousels a bash, then there is something else saying not sure if you should bother... So yup I am torn... Insights please?

IT’S ALL SUBJECTIVE… Look, here’s the thing… I am TOTES not afraid to speak my voice… (if you had not noticed already) And I am definitely not afraid for people to have opinions about it too Some people will vibe with it. Some people won’t. That’s called being HUMAN It’s also called polarising… and OBVS that’s kinda the point. We are NOT meant to be everybody’s cup of tea. And also… let’s be honest… not everybody is your cup of tea either. That’s life. But here’s the bit that rolls eyes baffles me sometimes… When people spend their time commenting on stuff purely to nit-pick style. CAPS Tone Words Delevery....blah blah blah.... Like… hmmmm really? Me personally, I tend to give my time and energy to things that either resonate, align, challenge me in a good way, or make me think. I’m not scrolling around the internet looking for petty little things to poke poop at. Although… hands up… yes OBVS I know I’m kinda doing that right now in this post 😂 (tutu) But my BIGGER point is this… Don’t be afraid to be yourself online. Some people will love it. Some people will roll their eyes. Some people will scroll straight past. None of that makes anyone a bad person. It just means we are all different humans with different tastes, perspectives and tolerances. And honestly… that’s the beautiful bit. Because imagine how boring this place would be if we all sounded the bloody same… And look… if you’re in a group where you’re allowed to advertise your community… then OBVS put your link. Go for it. CAPITAL letters? Yep I use them sometimes A LOT Sarcasm? 100%. Swearing? Now and again… because I’m human not a polite robot called Robert. Professional? Yes. Absolutely I am. But professional does NOT mean borasaursus, silent, sanitised and sounding like everybody else. Do I make up my own words sometimes?Also-fricken-lutely-yessssaaa Do I ramble a bit? Probs teehee Do I like tea? Nah not really that much… I’m more of a coffee human.

OOOPPPSSS. Yes. It is. So this is a story of poop, patience, and a proper big realisation tucked inside it. Try not to faff, Mimi. Let’s get to the nitty gritty. Sacred AF. Seven-day in-person Bali retreat. Done. Dusted. Finished. Epic. WOOP. I fricking loved it, all that jazz. Came home to unpack, to then pack again, because the next day I’m off to a little tropical island to integrate a little bit. First little hollybobs in quite some time. SUPER excited. Had a few chores to do because, duh, life. Buy more dog food for Nami. Go put electricity on. Do this. Do that. Adulting, but make it tropical. Literally came home and did that thing you do before a travel journey. Go to the loo. Just in case. I don’t think I even had a poo actually, I think it was just a pee, but anyway it sounded better as a poo story. Let’s not split hairs, let’s split… never mind. Flush. Oh. Water. Oh. A teeny—ish-little-shit waterfall trickles out the bottom of the toilet and starts filling the bathroom floor like it’s auditioning for Bali’s Next Top Plumbing Disaster. Something in me EXPLODED!!!! And I’m talking a scream. Not from the back end by the way. From me. A full jungle-echoing, what-the-actual-fuck scream. Now this has happened before. It can just be a little knobbly wood thing inside the tank. A tiny wobble. A small fiddle. Sorted. But this time I was like, nope. This is BIG SHIT. Capital letters. BIG. SHIT. But I had to go. Friends waiting. Car waiting down the road. Boat to catch. So I’m like, Rico, we’ll deal with it, it’s probably just that little thing again. Fast forward. Get to the island. Rico messages. “It’s still doing it.” And now apparently shit is flooding out the bottom of the toilet like a torrential poo-nami (yes, I said it, poo-nami) over the bathroom floor. Right then. Call the plumber. Plumber comes. Back and forth. Back and forth. Conversations in Bahasa. Lots of nodding. And then he says, “Sorry, Ibu Mimi… this is not the toilet. This is your septic tank. It’s full.”

Ok, so… HELLO THERE. so… random thought that’s been rattling around my head like it does… I went deep, then i stripped back, and had this realisation... So many peeps talking about 2026 like it’s this HUGE shift, and yes I ALMOST DABBLED DOWN THAT ROAD = New rules. New way of doing things. AI (oooofff a story for another day) And yeah, obvs, stuff is changing. Platforms change. Tools change. That’s always happened. But also… hmm… is it really that deep? Because from where I’m sat, what actually works hasn’t changed at all. Like… AT ALL ALL. We just covered it up with a load of noise for a while. Humans still do what humans have always done. We trust people who show up. We stick with people who feel real. We buy from people who don’t feel slippery or like they’re putting on a show. WHY HELLO THERE, basic human behaviour. Before all the online madness, it was literally just reputation. Stories. “Yeah, she’s good.” “He delivers.” “They look after people.” That was it. Simples… And that wiring didn’t disappear just because Instagram, Tik Tok or XYZ exists. I think we just got distracted. Shiny stuff. Hacks. Trying to be clever. Trying to outsmart connection. And sure, novelty works for a bit. But novelty doesn’t build safety. And safety is the bit people are craving now. People are tired af. Decision tired. BS tired. And when that happens, we don’t want louder pfffftttt We want REAL. Familiar. Grounded. Someone who feels like themselves, not like they’re performing business. So when people ask what’s going to work in 2026, I honestly think it’s the boring stuff. Being a decent fricken human. Doing what you say you’ll do on the tin. Showing up even when you’re not selling. Letting people see you without the song and dance. I know I know, Not sexy. Not edgy. Just… human. And if you’re already building like that? I virtually high five ya I am backing the HUMANS being and doing the HUMANS and doing the HUMAN stuff the HUMAN WAY If you want more of that HUMAN stuff, join us in The Backroom… Humans only (and dogs of course we welcome dogs, aka furry humans with four legs and button noses)

I did say I would post in this experiment with the same content on my socials... well here we GO - this may pee some people off... Courtesy of ChatGPT = Fireworks impact on the planet (the unsexy bits no one puts on Instagram): • Air pollution Fireworks release fine particulate matter (PM2.5), heavy metals, and toxic gases. Air quality can spike dramatically for hours or days after major displays. • Heavy metals in the air Those pretty colours? Barium, strontium, copper, aluminium. They don’t vanish. They settle into soil, water, and lungs. • Water contamination Firework debris falls into rivers, lakes, oceans. Residue leaches into water systems and affects aquatic life. • Wildlife stress & harm Animals don’t understand “celebration.” Birds abandon nests. Pets panic. Wildlife gets disoriented, injured, or killed. • Microplastic fallout Casings, coatings, and fallout add to plastic pollution. Tiny bits. Everywhere. • Carbon footprint Manufacturing, transporting, and detonating fireworks = emissions for vibes. • Noise pollution Disrupts ecosystems, migratory patterns, and animal behaviour long after the boom stops. The uncomfortable truth bit: Fireworks aren’t the biggest environmental problem. But they’re one of the most unnecessary ones.