HOW TO CONNECT IN WEB 3

I made a huge mistake this morning. Here is a list of all of the things I did wrong, and I could have done better. I learned valuable lessons along the way. All of which I will share with you today and forever; and ever. Not only did I make extreme mistakes, I even managed to destroy today's podcast in the process. So, without further a do... Here, we go!

I woke up this morning; praying as I normally do. I start my day by rushing towards my office/creative space. I grabbed a glass of ice cold water. And I failed to write down my agenda for the day. I did not write down the days goals. And, on top of that; I checked my emails; prematurely. I rather wait until a bit later on the day. To check my email, so that I can reach back out to my community, instead of just processing their requests/inquiries etc.

I then reached out to my business partner and older brother G. He was teaching a class and could not lock in; at that particular moment. I then misread a text. I called, and of course my brother was unable to answer. I saw some alerts on my digital platform, from other creators whom are friends of mine. Now, as I am conducting business through emails, I am listening in, to said content. Completely not, in my agenda. In fact, I stopped my own personal education, by pausing my online business master class. I was hosting a meeting with one of my other business partners on YouTube.

I am now completely distracted. I make the additional mistake of logging onto my instagram. I got sucked into its vortex for almost two hours. That is what we call an internet lifetime. In the end, although it was nuclear, toxic and counter productive; good came from it. But not, how I wanted it to be. All that I do online, must be directed towards an end goal. Let's all explore my wonderful failures of today; thus far. I am rewriting my universe as we speak.

I start my instagram journey by avoiding the tumbler/feed. I liken it to a carnival wheel. The ones you sit in, and spin slowly very high etc. I have to google the correct name. But, you all know what I am referring to now, when I say tumbler; no not the Batmobile. Although that tumbler is equally cool, awesome and amazing.

I quickly want to share an added insight, here with you all, in real time. Two things. One. First of all I checked out the insert feature here, for my magazine online, called FUTURE TECH PLUS on Linked In. When we create articles, we have an insert icon displayed; where we enter text, images, videos, links etc. My aim was to explore this feature last week. I was unable to; until today. For the video option, you could first create your video on youtube, and then add the link. I assume that the link will be displayed where this slot is; right above your writing.

I will also test that once I finish. In case it does, I will add some videos in my future articles; just to make them even better and more me. My style. Two. Secondly, I developed a new marker to organize and sequence myself; in my art, of content creation. I can write each paragraph, in my lighting fast; hypertext format. Instead of adding a letter or character marker, I can just double space, each additional segment. Thus, making a hidden marker for myself, to later add my images. Without taking the time to write them in, just to later erase them, and adding an additional step to my creative process; taking up valuable seconds. And I also avoid, adding all the images, and then writing about them, because it makes my opinions biased. Meaning, by looking at the image, as I write; my brain goes more into explaining the image, versus keeping the image only as an extension to the message that I am actually trying to convey. Furthermore, once I finish uploading each image, I can describe it as an added bonus on the bottom, credit slot. Where, with my memory fresh off, of writing; I can simplify all that is presented, between the image and the text.

Sorry. I had those photons, firing away as I was trying to continue but, since it only added value/contrast I knew it would help you all out. So there I am. Sucked into instagram. Step one for me is to check my messages, on messanger. Then I check my new hearts. Then I go into support mode. My little brother just posted a few marketing campaigns up, and I reposted them to my story line/feed. I then came across an original, second series Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Rafael action figure.

It is so dear to my heart and soul because I owned this very action figure as a child. In fact, it was the first toy I bought; for myself. Well, not really; technically because, I saved the pennies, from my parents left over income. I was a warrior saving each penny I found in the house, at any place at any time. My mother whom is extremely conservative and frugal, reminded me that I only saved those pennies because I used their, change.

I saved $10.00 in total. My little brother was in diapers at this time. His baby wipes became my savings bank. Eventually it became my mason jar/investment firm. Each weekend, my family would travel across town to Woolworths. It was like an online megastore, bigger than I have ever seen in my life. I was 8 years old. The year was 1991. A time when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. A time when phones had lines. Actual wires that connected inside of them, to the wall. Cable had 88 channels and pizza was my favorite food. Pizza will forever be my favorite food; forever and ever. Rookies.

I was young and fully determined. I was fully committed. I had to find a way to transport my riches; safely and away from the public. Those commoners would never understand the process; of what it actually took of me to get here. The world was a different place then. I had a wool coat, burgundy ear muffins, burgundy gloves and a burgundy beanie. Not to mention my scarf, boots and belt. My coat was burgundy too. Soon, later that day; I took over the world. I took over the world by storm. I went to the bank. My mom helped me pull the caper. She asked for dollar rolls. I stood watch. Lurking in the shadows. Like a thief in the night. I grabbed the plastic bag and I ran. I ran so far away. The old man ran the heater in the car. My Millennium Falcon, as I ran inside. The lady followed me closely behind, and no one knew we were together, or even related. I put my seatbelt on, as Han Solo put the Falcon into light speed. I opened the bag and I got the goods. No need for rolls of dimes, nickels, or quarters. No need for $5 rolls, $10's etc. I had the goods baby. $1.00 rolls. Now we are talking. 10 big smackaroonies.

I found a home for my Jedi's. All 1,000 of them. The next step would be the hardest. I waited for the Falcon to park. I tipped the driver a shinny new quarter. 1975 if I remember and I told him keep the change. I had three more quarters. I fed the parking meters myself. We had no choice. My father had a Chevy Caprice station wagon. Beige with beige. It was the size of a B757 dream liner. It took up two spaces. I used two quarters to feed those beasts. I still had a quarter left. 1955 Delaware. I am good. Damn good brosky. I ran faster than fast; quicker than quick. The lady trailed me, but the perfume isle played defense. It was both psychological warfare, and chemical. The cashiers there, are always extra nice. The music was loud. So loud it covered the sound of the heaters and fans on full blast. It helped all shoppers forget how cold it truly was outside in the blizzard.

I heard the bells of the elevator. Equipped with closeable door screen and operator. He looked at me. I looked right back into his eyes. And with a menacing cold blooded, crocodile staredown, I said in a soft wisper....Third. Floor..........He closed the door. Rang the bell and off we were. The lady stared at me from across the isles, but I hid on the side of the door. As the elevator took off, I hid my feet. When the bottom started to show our feet, I walked across to the other side. For her. It was just too late. I was there.

Four lanes in front of me. Four lanes across. Five lanes on each side. I juked left. I juked right. I spun and jumped over holiday decorations. And there they were. All of them. Right past the HotWheels. Las Tortugas Ninjas. I am sorry Linked In. I did not know english just yet. I was fresh from Puerto Rico and The Dominican Republic.

It was over. The lady in red, with her stunning white fur coat; caught me. My times of living on the wild side were over. She smelled like Dior. It was she that took me to the counter. I placed the action figure down. They rung me up. My mother made some signals. I did not know she was fluent in sign language. She was translating all of my demands. The college beauty shifted towards me and asked, paper or plastic. I said plastic. Before she could say how would you like to pay for this I layed the metal on the table. I said count it. It's all there. $10.00 and here is my $0.10 cents for the tax. She gave me $0.16 cents back. I gave her my last quarter.

If there is anything extra keep the change.

I left that place a new man. I had accomplished my mission. I had a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Rafael, action figure in my hands. I had it made.

Child hood. That was me. In fact. That is still me. TMNT part two had just released in the theaters. I had a poster on my bedroom wall. I was the luckiest kid on earth.

Back to business. I made the mistake to use Instagram improperly. I connected more with reaching out to the communities in my own personal, interest. Instead of connecting to key people in the music business. I used Instagram as my communicator. My very own rookie mistake.

I lost the podcast because, as I recorded my podcast on Anchor. I tried to record my Twitter Spaces. The programs, both fought for the microphones input. When I published the podcast on Spotify, there was dead silence after 14 seconds. Because I had started to record on Twitter. Which then muted the input for my Anchor app. Thus I recorded an entire podcast with a muted mic. I had to delete it after posting it. And its already like the 5th time this has happened.

I have to create a new show on Twitter Spaces, in order to add value there. It has to be geared for that audience. The podcast still remains on Twitter but the recording, and sound quality is horrible. So from now on I will use each app as it is intended and based on its strengths.