A personal brand, once local and temporal, is now global and forever. That’s the blessing and the curse of the internet with regards to your reputation.
The only personal branding consultant who can ever hope to have a clear understanding of you and your value can be found in the mirror.
I just bought a rotary phone, a Rolodex, and a polyester suit. Oh yes, I’m now ready to start networking.
On a scale of 1 to extroverted, I’m a 3.14159. So is pi. I network like “the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter.” Thanks, Wikipedia!
Personal branding is important to me as a person. It’s also important to me as a non-person. I am a rock.
All the time and effort put into networking can be all for naught if there is no follow-through. The same goes for sales. And leadership. And … well, everything.
I can’t sell you while you’re trying to sell me. So how about we just talk and call it networking?
You collect people to take with you. Some people change, other people don't... it's wonderful because I've met some incredible friends.
Young people tell what they are doing, old people what they have done, and fools what they wish to do.
That was the coolest thing ever.” Eena smiled at the fact that she’d been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness. “That was highly unusual. I can’t believe they came right up to us—to you.” “They were hungry, I’m sure.” ...
There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily) tell anyone who will listen that they don’t have an academic turn of mind, or that they aren’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a good memory, and yet can recite ...
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I want to tell you a growing conviction with me, and that is that as we obey the leadings of the Spirit of God, we enable God to answer the prayers of other people. I mean that our lives, my life, is the answer to someone’s prayer, prayed perhaps c...