I’m a horrible salesperson. I’ve always been awful. I don’t have the unrelenting drive, killer instinct, or desire to compete. I’ve also never been able to talk anyone into anything they didn’t want. Not a progressive political ideology or empowerment or Avon products.
And yes, at some point in my career, I’ve tried to do all three.
In high school, my sociology teacher asked each student to submit a 3-page sales pitch. It had to answer the question, “Why should every home in America have a child like me?”
I turned it in early, so proud of my writing skills. It was witty! Creative! The teacher gave it to the school psychologist, believing my sales pitch was “a cry for help.”
So naturally, I struggle when people tell me I need a “death doula” elevator pitch. I’d rather work with clients who already know they want my support - they don’t need to be sold.
At the same time, I’m eager to talk about what I do.
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