If I could *choose* to be a CHIMP Id either be one of Jane Goodall’s or one of the Tornado’s.
The former being understood & heard on an emotional level while the latter immediately clothed in bright apparel & have ears lovingly pierced with fancy hoops.
I’d be a happy chimp either way.
Alas, my CHIMP’ing is neither scientific nor fancy.
I’m choosing to be a mail chimp.
A this kind of chimp.
(He’s no David Greybeard)
Unlike men, toxic friends and bad shoes—I have trouble breaking up with it.
Unlike all else in my life I stick with the bad
relationship technology until it misfires to such a vast degree I’m forced to change my approach.
Which brings me back to my CHIMP’itude and the fact many of you have pointed you used to receive my posts by email and do no longer.
(drops to knees, wraggles fists at sky and shouts: Whhhhyyyyyy?!)
Which forced me back to examine the reason I initially rebelled against being a CHIMP.
I’m a storyteller not a newsletter maker.
I spend my days offline meeting & learning about people around me—not online creating compelling content around how! to! become! a! better! you!
New poses not newsletters.
I’ve realized, however, even if I still choose to
dance write as though no one is watching reading–it would behoove me to facilitate some easy reading.
(Yep—late to the realization soiree.)
And a Misfit-Chimp was born.
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