If we perish overnight, nothing to tweak – however probabilities are better.
We’ll have another 30 or 40 or 50 years – ply your trade, burnish your craft as your brand of (insert your name). Your product.
Look up at the sky, what do you see?
Look at the ground, what do you see?
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Conjure yourself as the marketing guru, extolling virtues of product YOU, brand YOU, going out into the world, spreading your brand virus-like throughout the land, getting everyone buying YOU, getting customers to proudly brag about you as sensational. Delivering value and improving life.
Painting my way: words are my paint, the page is my canvas – each day making my art, sharing with others. At first, only six, and now daily distribution runs closer to six thousand. I used to have the number in my head, but I don’t check it so often anymore.
Painting a picture of thoughts, then hanging them on some wall is easy, but letting someone else see that image – to say nothing of calling it ‘art’ is a stretch. I can barely draw a straight line or circle, so there is little hope for me painting anything with something smaller than a roller.
Don’t shy away from that; that perfect innocent babe you were at birth grew up, grew tall, and grew into someone who matters so much in this world.
Every one of us grew up, grew tall, and grew into the person we are. Not the person we were, or thought we might be – but rather the person we are, right here. Right now. Brand YOU.
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