My business card has jazz hands

I’ve reached the point in my writing where I get the question, “are you going to write about me in your article?”

I’m going to go ahead and say a blanket “Yes”.

Life gives me all of the feels and all of those feels give me the writing bug.

If I have met you, I have stored something in my brain that you have said or done.

Maybe we laughed together.

Maybe we disagreed.

Maybe my shoe made a farting noise and we laughed.

Regardless, I have stored those micro-moments within the filing system in my brain.

It will come out.

It’ truly isn’t “IF”, it is most certainly “WHEN”.

I can promise you one valid fact though.

I will never use your name.

I will never call you out in that fashion.

I don’t believe in it.

If I have written something and you believe it is about you, then you touched my life in some way and for that I thank you.

I have learned within my credit union career that there are so many teachable moments within the workday.

Some of those moments have molded who I am and some of those moments have shown me exactly who I do not wish to be.

You see, when we set ourselves out in this big wide work world we are placing a walking and talking physical business card for all to see.

Are you matte or shiny?

Do you have too much information or just enough to keep someone intrigued?

We often speak about the branding of our credit unions, but what about our own branding?

You are the CEO of your personal style.

You get to decide how you interact with your coworkers and the people that populate your presence throughout the workday.

I am definitely an outgoing brand, but I also have this love of people watching.

I enjoy watching how people behave, interact, and set themselves up for career success.

How are they navigating their journey and are they including others in their success?

You can tell a lot by people watching and listening.

You can loudly hear what is not said by studying how one chooses to move forward.

I had a direct supervisor say to me once, “I don’t want you writing about me. I don’t want to be your muse.”

At the time I was confused as this person had done nothing write worthy at the time.

I realized later that they truly were just nervous that I would have revealed some of the fractures.

My “business card” isn’t about exposing short comings and embarrassment like TMZ.

My business card is connection through vulnerable and authentic human to human sharing.

I will tell you when I have failed.

I will tell you when I have goofed up.

I will share with you the experience that I had in hopes that it hits you and you know you are not alone.

Now, I don’t want you to be afraid to come up to me and speak to me.

I don’t have a hidden recorder waiting for something interesting to happen.

I just really love the down and dirty authentic people who can admit they are imperfectly perfect.

On that note, I wanted to share that I tripped on the curb going into work this morning and did a nice little juggle of the items in my hand before they crashed to the ground.

I ended the uncoordinated dance with jazz hands because it felt right.

After looking around, I saw exactly 3 people that witnessed my show.

We all shared a smirk and one thumbs up.

I mean after all; jazz hands are always acceptable and yet another part of my own personal business card.

Why did I share that?

Because those three strangers were a part of my story today and they didn’t even know it, or me.

Life is full of chances to connect.

Are you using your business card correctly?

*Jazz Hands*