Sheela Writes

Am I Really A Blogger If I Wear Sweatpants All The Time?

Yes, am I? Begs the question, eh? There used to be a time when I would get dressed up every day. Perhaps less of dressed to the nines, and more of dressed for work at the PR agency where I led a 7-member team. So yes, I’d wake up by 6am. Feed Eve (told you it was a while ago), make sure she had everything ready and the maid was duly briefed on what to cook for the day. Shower, curl my hair, apply some make-up (which, at the time, was blusher, blue eyeliner as well as blue mascara, and pink lipstick, cringe). Try on one outfit. Take it off. Try on yet another. Still not right, pull on something else. Arrrgh! Nothing worked, and by now, there are piles of clothes strewn all over the floor. A frantic glance at my cellphone tells me it’s past 8:30, I’m still traipsing around in my undies, and if I don’t get dressed right that moment, I’m going to be royally late for work. To...

The Fab 40s Say Yeehaw, Y’All

by Sheela Goh

Influencing the Influencer. What does that even mean? Today, I want to talk about who influences the influencers. And if those influences we’re letting in are positive. Or not. Such a fabulously fascinating topic. Here we are, going on about how much we care for our readers (some of whom we call friends) and, consequently, the due diligence we conduct upon every product and service showcased on our social media platforms. And yet we ourselves often neglect to housekeep what (or who) influences us in turn. A U D I T W H O A N D W H A T S P E A K S T O U S What we allow into our ears. Into our minds and hearts and spirits. Choosing who (or what) has the authority to capture our attention and affect it. Being selective about the people or the things which have the power to make us feel relevant. Of course, the fact that many most of us are surrounded by social media and the powerful imagery...

The Fab 40s Go Goth

by Sheela Goh

Aka the “It’s Not You, It’s Me” post. Once upon a time in Houston, Sheela got pissed with WordPress. And the damn phone because it kept dinging with alerts. Merrily. Repeatedly. All the damn time. Driving her up the (proverbial) wall. And that isn’t even the crux of today’s post. Just a wee digression of aggression. I love a good pun, I love a bad one even more GRIN hello my friends, thank you for stopping by today. I’m going off on a new look and feel (or rather, approach) to blogging. It’s subtle though so I am wondering if you see it. This time last week, I was at FierceCon2018. Catherine’s baby. A haven wherein women (and a few men) congregated to share and motivate. To connect. Inspire and be inspired. To find a sister. Or tribe. Both. Give me a little time to gather my thoughts, and I will tell you ALL about it. What I was privileged to hear. The stories told by truly brave souls. Things I’ve become aware of...