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I was scrolling through my Facebook timeline and I came across a post by Natalie Gouche’, a social media trainer and mogul mom (love that title). She shared how she recently met with a woman who wanted to build a global brand but didn’t own her first and last name as a dot com. Unfortunately for her, someone else had already snatched it up. This got me to thinking.
How many of us are losing out on opportunities because we don’t own our brand?
When I sit back and think about some of the men that I’ve dated I shake my head. I remember this one particular disaster date as clear as day.
I was in my senior year of high school and my girlfriend *Nicole was going to hook me up with her boyfriends, friend. Nicole told me that he was a little older, around 22 or 23 and that I was sure to like him. So, being young, semi-fresh and naive, I was completely game. I didn’t even ask her what he looked like, just her telling me that he was older and willing to take me out on a date, I jumped at the chance (what did I know). So Nicole set up the date and it was on. He would pick me up at my mom’s apartment that Friday and we would go hang out…whatever that meant.
I remember as a kid I used to always say how I couldn’t wait until I got older. I would roll my eyes (behind my mothers back of course) and silently suck my teeth while my mother chastised me, for who knows what, repeating to myself how I couldn’t wait until I got old enough to do whatever it is I want. Well that day came and when it came not only did I realize I was old enough to make decisions but what I did realize was I didn’t know what I wanted to do. All of those moments of wishing and hoping for the opportunity and there I sat dumbfounded and clueless as to what the rush was about. So, what did I decide to do? I decided to grow up and take responsibility for myself and my family. By that time I was a soon to be 30 y/o woman with a husband a 13 y/o stepson and a 3 y/o little boy. While I could have chosen to just do what was good enough, I decided to break the mold and do what I truly felt like doing…leaving.