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I am always rather amused by people’s reactions when they find out what I do. It’s akin to discovering that someone is a psychotherapist or psychologist or psycho something… usually involves a lengthily explanation of why they are wearing the brown shoes as the others were a) chewed up by the dog this morning, b) the butler forgot to polish the black ones, c) they left them at their villa in the south of France.
And then I get the challenges… “so how would you brand me?” or “what would you do to give me a new image?” And one either laughs with a playful “did you realise that branding involves heat, iron and the painful sizzling of flesh” or is forced into what you would think would be common sense. “No, I can’t work miracles, we have to work with what you’ve got… I am merely an agent for change.” To which a fabulous response last week… “what, like a secret agent”, which made me laugh, “yes, a secret weapon.” And with my only link to a Lara Croft type figure firmly installed, we are both happy.
And the truth of it is that we cannot reincarnate into something entirely different… well not in this lifetime. It is almost impossible to pretend to be something we are not without perhaps the rather rigorous training afforded by a secret services agency. We need to work with what we have. It has to be authentic or not only would it not sit well, it would certainly not be believable.