It was damn hot. About fifteen minutes into a workshop I was doing at the Centre for Social Innovation, a drop of sweat dripped from my chin on to my notes. Immediately, I felt like my entire face, neck, arms, and hands were covered in a slick film of sweat. I stepped outside of myself and saw in the faces of everyone in the audience the same expression: What is the matter with this guy?
Read MoreBusiness and marketing people are following me around the internet. Jesus, people, just cause I mistakenly click on your 6 Ways to Hack Facebook Ads, this does not mean my Facebook and Instagram feeds have to be 9% friends and 91% ads for every Make Your Business To the Next Level workshop/ebook/webinar/etc. I won’t name names, but I made the mistake of signing up for a book marketing webinar. This guy won’t leave me alone. He swore this wasn’t about selling anything to me. He swore! I know content marketing is all the rage, dude, I don’t need to see you driving in your car talking about god knows what.
Read MoreMy life used to make sense. Now I just walk the streets at night, searching for what I lost.
Read MoreYou tell yourself that you don’t know this person. You tell yourself that he’s a celebrity. That it doesn’t matter. Sure, you’re sad for the people they left behind and hope they are doing okay. You heard the news, the news cycle moves on, and you get on with your day.
I just couldn’t let go of this.
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