Unsupervised

That’s how I feel here at Substack right now

And I don’t know if this is going to be the best thing I’ve ever done or the thing that gets me cancelled.

Like most things I guess I’ll see.

It could be like Facebook - the place I’ve been consistently posting multiple times a day for well over a decade. My home, my homies, my own slice of Planet Insanity. Where I went live every day for a year to get over a breakup and give myself ‘something to get dressed for’ every day and realised that people didn’t really care about what I taught them. Instead they cared about me, my life and the nuances of my thoughts and feelings. Facebook is like a diary to me. It’s like my best friend. I think in Facebook posts or do Facebook posts create in my thoughts? Who knows but it’s where I feel most ‘me’ and also the place where I am actually not that controversial, and maybe I don’t say exactly how I feel about e v e r y t h I n g. I want my Facebook to be focussed on me, my business and my life. That’s intentional.

It could be like Clubhouse - the place I absolutely fell in love with - where I felt played to my strengths more than anywhere else and I loved the live experience. Where I made a LOT of money and a lot of new connections and built a lot of nurture capital with my audience. There was something magical about Clubhouse. They ruined it with the recording feature and of course marketers ruined it like they ruin everything. I miss that place. I went back recently and it was like going back to your primary school and realising all the toilets were small because you were. You just don’t belong there anymore.

It could be like LinkedIn - where I ‘made my money’ by understanding the simplicity of it. It’s the most basic of all the platforms. It’s the boring old uncle at the party but also the one that never lets you down when you need a lift or a fiver. I’ve been consistent on there for a decade too, but recently I’ve just been posting the odd thing copied from my Facebook content. I know because I taught it that without the growth and engagement it will stay static and be a visibility platform but I won’t set the world on fire with it. It’s a bit like an ex I still like and say hi to but I wouldn’t want to go for a drink with again. We’ve got nothing in common really.

It could be like threads, a place where I get insane reach for very little effort just copying content over but I do nothing else and I know I should be there more but I’m not so here we are.

It could be like TikTok a place where I got hacked by a man going for a poo selling automatic lighting solutions. I restarted another one just so I can get the videos my adult children send me and go feral on TikTok shop.

It could be like Instagram. Complete confusion and inability to make the most of it. Absolute mental block over there past doing stories and a few posts.

It could be like BlueSky….a one week hit wonder.

It could be like my BabyWorld Pregnancy Diary from 2005 which won ‘Pregnancy Diary of the Month’ and ended with my baby photos being stolen and used on another blog by an unhinged woman pretending to have and lose a baby for attention. I actually got a client recently who remembered me from those days. That’s insane isn’t it.

It could be like my emails. Marketing and promotion non bloody stop.

It could be the thing I start and finish before 2025 is over. It could be the thing I start today and do for a decade.

I don’t know and to be honest I don’t care. I have had the whisper to start a substack for a while now.

I am unable to even log into my email system to send an email that’s written by me and not my team. Sure I can write one and send it to the group chat and it will go out.

But that is a level of faff I can’t get behind on a regular basis.

This feels unsupervised. A little bit dangerous. I could REALLY mess this up.

I could literally send anything to you anytime any minute.

**looks around for a grown up

I’m not even sure this is a good idea haha

But I’m a grown up. You’re a grown up.

I don’t even know how this works

I’ll figure it out.

Welcome to my Substack

Helen C Tudor aged 45 and ½

14/12/25

PS I promise this: no using ChatGPT or any AI in here. Pinky promise it will ALL be me. My actual thumbs in my actual phone to your actual eyes. Promise.

PPS There will be a paid tier where I will be even more unsupervised 👀