Who Are You?
I mean really, who are you? Give me the deep. Give me the real. Give me the vulnerable. Give me the pain. Give me the joy. Who are you?
A couple months ago, a friend of mine brought this question up. You know the one. It’s at the beginning of all encounters with strangers.
“Hello, I’m (insert name here).”
“Nice to meet you (insert name here)! I’m (insert name here).”
“So what do you do?” And this question is usually answered by some sort of occupation. The conversation turns to job stories and then we part ways. They were really nice!
Were? Nice? Oh did we miss the boat. They ARE so much more than nice. Yet all we gathered during our 3 minute encounter was they do something x number of hours a week with education, or cars, or computers, or, or, or.
Have you noticed how easy it…
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