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Hi, there! I'm Audrey. I write blog and email content for female service-based small businesses and creative entrepreneurs. I'm also a professional over-sharer. Welcome to my weird little world. Rosé, correct grammar, and snacks are always welcome here.

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My end-of-year goal is to pose as cute and carefree for photos as my dog does. 🙄 @pipertheaussieheeler

I had the loveliest Monday taking Piper for a walk this morning, sending out September invoices, reviewing blog posts, organizing content calendars, and writing some email and social media copy. I ended by writing my to-do list for tomorrow, which I NEVER, ever do.

I keep an overarching weekly list of assignments and normally write a to-do list in the morning before I dig into work. I guess I just always thought writing the next day’s tasks at the end of a day would stress me out and keep me thinking about work but...I believe I may have been wrong. 😬 I’m out here looking FORWARD to tomorrow and resting easy knowing I have an outline for the day. Funny what you don’t know ‘til you know it. 🙃

Just wanted to share my current productivity realization/geek-out. 🤓🗒 Are you a morning or evening to-do list person? Or a NO list person? (This option stresses me out.)

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It’s no secret that I was a little nervous to move to Northern California. I knew it would be expensive. I knew we wouldn’t have any built-in relationships or friendships. I knew we’d being living in a much smaller home than ever before. But these last few months have been beyond what I could’ve imagined. People have embraced us here and we are still not over being tourists in our own new hometown (and don’t think we will for a good while). Yes it’s pricy and different and challenging at times, but I am so enjoying the learning and the leaning into newness. And I think I’d like to stay a while. ☺️

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I used to hate watching golf but then I realized it’s not that bad. 😎

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I was in 8th grade art class painting ceramic figurines when a boy in my class told me our geography teacher Mr. Arnold said I was ugly. The boy had first told my friend, who then told me, that Mr. Arnold (who was also a middle school football coach) had said “something mean” about me at practice.
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When I asked the boy about it to his face, what it was that Mr. Arnold said, it took him a while to fess up. He squirmed and said it was probably too mean to repeat. I kept asking, giggling and thinking it was probably something funny that the teacher said, not really mean. He was the only cool teacher, anyway, always joking around with the class and poking fun in harmless ways. He was one of my favorite teachers, actually.
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Finally the boy told me, “He said you’re ugly.” Oh, I replied, not really sure what else to say. And I didn’t say anything else, not for the rest of the class as I tried to swallow back tears.
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I went home and cried, staring at my greasy, red skin and stupid braces and freckly nose in the mirror. If an adult who I admired thought it, it must be true. I believed that.
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Now who knows if that repeated rumor was true, or if the boy was just being cruel and playing a prank. That’s probably more likely, but I think about that day time to time. I think about the adolescent girl who carried those words with her, tucked into her ill-fitting school uniform through high school, swept onto her eyelids with the thick eyeliner and mascara through college. Strapped to her back as she ran, performed, perfected, made herself up, sweated for hours at the gym, and tried to find the RIGHT clothes and makeup to wear to feel validated and a little less, well, ugly.
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I think about her on weeks like this one, where I have hormonal cystic acne all over my face, convincing myself to stay inside or cover myself in makeup or a hat. She’s still there a bit, wondering who else might think she’s not enough.
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Crisp mornings with campfire coffee, biscuits, and eggs, leisurely walks through the grounds, watching the sun depart between redwoods to the sounds of James Taylor and Joni Mitchell and John’s acoustic guitar, escaping to a nearby northern coast beach and hilltop winery, late night fireside chats, cricket lullabies, Piper running dizzy circles around the campsite, wine from a tin glass, crackly fires, simple dinners, cozy tent digs. My kind of camping. 😌 I want to remember this weekend forever.

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“I’m not sure what I’ve done to you, but I’ll take a Pinot Grigio.” 🥂 (Been waiting 6 years to say that here. 🤣)

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Channeling my inner @stassischroeder. #ootd

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All in favor of making 3-day weekends a thing every week say I

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The best part about moving to where we honeymooned just a handful of months ago is we can just treat it like an extended honeymoon. 🤩 (Except for like, Monday through Friday.)

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