who’s that girl?

Here’s the good, the bad and the ugly about me.

The only “C’s” I ever made were in penmanship, spelling, and French. Computers saved me from the first two. My husband has never taken me to France, maybe to teach me an important lesson. Maybe because he’s cheap. Hard to say.

I grew up in a hole in the ground. Literally. Some people call it a valley, but they probably didn’t grow up there.

I moved to Texas and married a Texan. Needless to say, I still live in Texas and will until I die. Luckily, my husband is really cute.

I worked for over a decade in PR and communications. Most days I loved my job. Sometimes, not so much. Probably a lot like you.  Sometimes they brought in motivational speakers to make my love my job more. Other days they brought in donuts. I usually liked the donuts more. Probably a lot like you.

When I decided to start speaking full-time, I made an important realization; No one would ever like me more than a donut. It hurt. But I realized something else. An apple fritter never helped anyone ace a presentation. An eclair never successfully guided a CEO through a press conference. A jelly roll never mediated a conflict — wait, that one isn’t true.

Anyway, what I realized is, although people may not like me more when I walk in the door, they need me more. And the truth is, if you start bringing stale donuts months before I come, I’ll win out in the end.

Montana girls always do.