My friend and I were having lunch on a restaurant patio the other day when a lime green Lamborghini roared past. “Your son would have gone bananas if he had seen that,” she said with a chuckle. She knows my teenager loves classic rock, skateboarding and expensive cars - and that he’s intense, artistic, quick-witted and wants to be everybody’s friend.
My family and close friends know they’ll find my daughter by my side as I roll out the crust for Thanksgiving pies, that we’ll have to call my middle-schooler three times to bring him back from the worlds of “Spore” when dinner’s on the table, and that their normally vigilant mother will look the other way when they forgo green vegetables “because it’s a holiday.”
These are our personal brands. We were all gifted with one. You may know them by a different name: personalities.
I don’t read blogs by Jim Storer, Jason Falls and Connie Bensen because of the colors they chose or the companies they represent. I read them because they consistently dish out good information – and they’re friendly, humble and approachable online. I follow Suzanne Tobias, Kelby Carr and CalamityJen on twitter because we have a lot in common, and Geoff Livingston, Peter Shankman and Gary Vaynerchuk because we don’t. Frank Martin has boatloads of marketing expertise, but I remembered him because of his culinary enthusiasm.
I smile whenever I see Amber Naslund, Beth Harte or Mack Collier pop up on twitter when I’m playing catch-up at 10:30 at night because I’m probably in for a couple good laughs. I found Ike Pigott by searching “communications” but follow him because he’s clever. I know Ryan Squire is a visionary, Darryl Parker is a shrewd businessman and Scott Hepburn will change my perspective.
I’m a 42-year-old mother of three who loves to write things in a way that helps people understand them and hates caviar, despite viewing food as an adventure. I spent too much time pursuing a biology degree (who was I kidding?) and not enough playing with my toddlers. I’ve always struggled with my weight but rarely have trouble making conversation. I’m bad about staying in touch with friends and family. And I love purple. Some of you will like me and some will not, but I’m the same person online as I am “IRL.”
Who else would I be?
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