The room was half
filled with colleagues who had met this night for business training. It was a
misty, chilly evening and many participants had arrived wearing the heavy gear that
was contrary to Spring. The speaker was sparkling as usual as we took notes and
laughed at his jokes. I could feel my brows furrowing as each piece of new
knowledge, parceled out in large doses, poured into my spirit. Later, after the
presentation we greeted one another. In this room at this time, this cadre of blue
and white collar workers seemed to understand the concept of wealth building. It
was incredible to hear how many quickly adapted to this new wave of financial
freedom. Would I adapt and become one of
the nouveau rich? These were my colleagues; regular folk, interesting to talk
to and very polite millionaires. One such person agreed to take a picture with
me. It was in the image of that photo that I realized something was wrong. The
ready smile, the twinkling eyes and the look of confidence was missing from my
face. I vowed that would be the last time I would appear in public with a
seemingly defeated persona, nor would I appear as anything less than a conqueror. All the confidence of prior training and education
seemed to not be apparent as I viewed my reflection. What seemed to be a simple
snapshot told a story of two different people; one who had overcome her shyness
and was now a household name, while the other seemed lackluster.
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