When my mother was alive, she would ask me, at regular intervals, what I did for a living. I would do my best to explain it to her but, somehow, her explanations to her friends around the canasta table always ended up with some version of “my son is a motivational speaker.” No matter how hard I tried to educate dear Sylvia about what I REALLY did, nothing stuck. It would have been easy if I was a doctor, lawyer, or dentist, but I wasn’t. I was a….
Anyway, a few days ago, a new prospect of Idea Champions just asked me a similar question. This is what I told her:
