Welcome to your Weekly Charisma Missive 🟠 A newsletter where I write about charisma, communication, along with actionable tips to boost confidence, craft your character, or amplify connection. I'm thrilled to have you here.
🟠 communication tip: don't slap your friend
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Quick note: The next Charisma Class is happening next Friday, details to follow. Charisma Class OGs keep a look out for a special something in your inbox soon. thwack! It was something I could never take back. I'd just slapped my friend, gained a red palm, and lost a friend (almost). Sadly or gladly, this happened when I was in primary school, so we made up by the end of the day after I gave her a handwritten apology note. Lol, do kids even write that nowadays?! The highlight of this memory isn't even the slap. Do you know what the highlight is? That we fought over some notes. Notes that my tuition teacher said not to share. Notes that now, many many years later, mean nothing to either of us. The way I was brought up was too scarcity coded. And before you mention “kiasu”, no, I grew up in Penang, Malaysia, so this has nothing to do with Singapore 😂 We were taught to hoard our notes and keep what we know to ourselves. And if you lose a friend in the name of “not sharing”, too bad. (For your friend, that is, they still don't get the notes lolol) I'd like to think that as a grown up, I've managed to grow out of that “not sharing” mentality. But truth be told, remnants of that habit remain. Imagine believing something since young, throughout your formative years, and now you're supposed to excavate it and reshape it into something entirely different? Yeah, it's difficult, no shit. So I'm still growing, I'm still learning, I'm still trying to change for the better. Just like this newsletter! I started Cultivating Charisma thinking it'll be all just about communication and public speaking. Over time, it's grown to be so much more. BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN SHARING IT. IT ALL ONLY LIVES IN MY HEAD. Still haven't learned my lesson apparently 😤 I haven't been allowing people to know me, as a creator, as a writer, as The Modern Introvert I identify myself as. And I'm taking steps to remedy this. Come hell or highwater, I'm not giving up yet. Thank you for being here on this journey with me. Your partner in charisma, P.S. In the spirit of sharing more, I'm doing a 30-day video challenge. If you haven't yet, subscribe to my YouTube channel here to follow along. |
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Welcome to your Weekly Charisma Missive 🟠 A newsletter where I write about charisma, communication, along with actionable tips to boost confidence, craft your character, or amplify connection. I'm thrilled to have you here.
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