Years ago I took a writing course from the amazing Sarah Dessen.
“Before we start,” Sarah said. “I want to share a story.”
In unison we snatched our pens and poised them over paper.
“Nothing you need to write down,” she laughed. “Just an explanation why I’m tired today. I call it biscuiting.”
(pens poised. *crickets* from the room.)
“In the South, women bring homemade biscuits to gatherings. Each woman hopes hers are best—yet also presents them with an “excuse” why they won’t be.“ (Note: Was this the offline start of the humble brag?!)
(pens down. *crickets continue*)
“Anything along lines of: these biscuits would be perfect, but____.“
(nods. perplexed looks.)
“I call this biscuiting. The permitted disclaimer sentence or 3 then moving on. No long-winded rambles. I allow it when people present writing etc. Mine today is: if the workshop seems disjointed it’s because_______”
I don’t recall what Sarah biscuited about that day as I was busy ruminating on the *concept* as succinct disclaimer/excuse.
Nearly 15 years later, I still am.
Biscuiting is part of my family’s vernacular. It’s our slang for make excuses, keep them SHORT and mooove to the meat of what you wanna say.
- If you look around today you’ll see everything has changed.
- If you click around today you’ll see absolutely nothing has changed.
I toyed with a post discussing WHY (I shifted), HOW (my writing will remain the same) and WHEN (I intuited it was time to remove my MizFit veil & be unapologetically myself) until I realized it was all BISCUITING.
Instead, I offer you a
On the playground last week a woman said to me:
I channeled you this morning as I dressed.
I’d no memory of seeing her before (!) so was eager to hear what she’d say next.
She gestured to a large flower in her hair and waved her hand around sparkly sun glasses on her face.
I wanted to wear these, but I knew they were probably too flamboyant. I told myself Carla Birnberg would wear these if she wanted. If she can—then I can too. And I did.
This interaction captures precisely why Ive chosen to expand my brand from MizFit to Carla Birnberg.
It’s as simple (and as vast) as knowing it’s time to expand this:
And to acknowledge *life* isnt about fitting in.
Because really—isn’t being a misfit about far more than the 2% of our day we focus on fitness?
Join me in endeavoring to stay fit(ish), rock the motherhood (at times), and tell our truths…all while remaining our misfit selves?