Personal Branding (No, not like a cow gets)

cow-surprised-340x226Personal branding is not about burning a circle K onto your butt. Nor is it the pinnacle of narcissism. It’s not about screaming, “Look at me! Look at me!”  No one wants to be THAT guy! (Unless you’re narcissistic, of course — then you don’t care what others think!)

Personal branding is making sure you stand out.  It’s making sure you are different and amazing. In this changing economy, average no longer cuts it.

Before I tell you what personal branding means to me, let me tell you my background. I have a marketing degree from the University of Tennessee. That was thanks to the advice of my Dad — “Even if you choose cartooning, you will have to sell yourself and your work — get a marketing degree.”  Good advice, Dad. You were right.  I’ve also been a “Creative Director” at a newspaper and for a newspaper syndicate.  And thanks to a changing career, I’ve had to figure out a way to keep food on the table.

That’s my resume. Sorry, no Ivy League Business School. Just 25 years of practical experience of making lots and lots of mistakes.

So here’s my definition:

My personal brand is simply an accurate reflection of who I am as a person. It is what people expect when they see my work, read my writing or hear me speak.

I said, “accurate.” I’m not a good liar (ask my wife — I have a horrible poker face.)  And the truth is much easier to keep track of.  You might have noticed that the biggest public implosions of personal brands are from people straying too far from their public image in their personal life.  Ask Tiger Woods or Lance Armstrong about it sometime.

It’s as simple as deciding who you want to be and being it. 

Recently, I was having a conversation with a fellow writer about personal branding. She was worried because she didn’t want to make her work about herself.  I agreed with her 100% — I once knew a newspaper editor who made the paper he/she/it edits about him/her/it.  I quit reading it because although the paper covers a really cool topic, the editor isn’t that interesting.  People don’t want to hear Me! Me! Me!  Trust me, it is easy to fall into that trap (I know from personal experience.) Valerie Gellar, a successful radio consultant, once told me that the second favorite word that people like to hear after their name is “you.”  So make your work “You! You! You!” Make it relevant to people.  Ask yourself, “how can you help them? How can you make others’ lives better?”  I told my friend to make her work her personal brand so when people read her byline, they new to expect amazing writing and storytelling.  She has and does.  And I think she has an amazing personal brand. Her work speaks for who she is.

Social media is an amazing tool in your personal branding toolbox. And because it is an instantaneous, unfiltered reflection of who you are, it also can bring about your doom (ask Anthony Weiner).   Tread carefully and purposefully. Don’t react. Think. Pause. Reflect. Post things you think others will find interesting.  It’s cool to show lunch every once in a while — but you don’t need to tell us when you have a bowel movement.

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc are nothing more than platforms for great short story telling.  Have a great story to tell.  People will notice — even if it is a prospective boss who is doing a little research on you.  Imagine if you have post after post complaining about your old boss.  Ouch.

I make sure everything I do fits into my personal brand of humor and inspiration. My radio show, cartoons, speaking, social media and writing all fit under the main umbrella of who I am as a person.

So, just think of your personal brand as how you present yourself.  Make it an accurate reflection of who you are as a person. It’s what people expect when they see your work.

And then make yourself special. The rest will fall into place.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 23

title-fall-fitness-12-weekIf someone tells you that every day of exercise is awesome, they are lying through their lying teeth.

You will have bad days. You will have days when it is more of a struggle. You will have days when it hurts. You will have days when it just plain sucks. But you go do it anyway.

Because if you only do something when you feel like it, you ain’t going very far in life.

Today was shoulder day. And my left shoulder is on the mend. I pushed myself physically and mentally. And I pushed my tender shoulder.  Pain was my workout partner today. But I kicked pain’s ass.  (I’m sure pain will kick mine later today.)

I’m a metaphor guy.  My morning workouts are a good metaphor for my life and career.  I don’t rely on external motivation to get me going. I don’t rely on external motivation to push me.  It goes back to that man in the mirror thing Paul Lacoste talks about.

My workout is a reflection of who I am.

I was out there today, hurting, breathing hard, pushing, failing and succeeding.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 20

“Look, Marshall is steaming.”

I was. Not steaming mad — actually steaming. As in steam rising off my body. It was at the end of the workout and I was burning up.

I worked out with a cold today.  And felt the virus choke me every damn step of the way.

I have a unwritten rule: If the cold is in my chest or I am running a fever, I don’t workout (or do something light.). I had a fever yesterday —  but not this morning. So I got up and went to the track. And I  once I got to the track, I could breathe (I once had pneumonia and went from running 10 miles to barely being able to walk 100 yards in less than a week). So I worked out.

I ran my two warm-up laps and felt OK. Achy. Grumpy. But I made it around twice.

We then went to Clark’s station and I managed to keep up with everyone. After that, it was  Morgan’s station antitle-fall-fitness-12-weekd I once again, held my own. But I was sweating profusely (more than my normal gush). I could feel the virus fighting back.  Hard.

Connor and I did the squats routine. I was glad it was leg day for the sake of my shoulder (still sore). And my knees held out. Thankfully.

Then we went to running the A-frame.  Connor and I led the pack — I hung with him because I can’t see going down the stairs and usually use someone else to gauge the stairs. (Running without glasses has its risks.) We then went to the boxes for some footwork.  I pushed hard on it.

So by the end of the workout, I was steaming. I got home, took some cold medicine and was glad this week is over. I get to run tomorrow and will do a long run on Saturday.

The cold virus doesn’t have a chance.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 19

Woke up with a fever and a sore shoulder. And it was raining.

So took some cold medicine and slept.

Like the Guvm’nt, my body shutdown. Today is a rest day. title-fall-fitness-12-week

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 18

Pushed my shoulder a little harder today. Unlike the Guv’ment, it did not shutdown.

But it sure felt like it.

It really smarts at this point and I’m trying to decide whether I’m going to go to workouts tomorrow and Thursday. Oh, if I skip PLS, I will run in the neighborhood (probably six miles each day). It’s just that when I do shotitle-fall-fitness-12-weekw up to PLS, I feel an obligation to do the drills.  I did this morning — except for one round of weights.  I worked hard and pushed myself as hard as anyone else. But I really, really don’t want to make my shoulder worse. I don’t have the time (or money) for surgery.

These are things to consider.

Other than that, I had a STRONG workout today.  I ran well and did Clark’s potpourri of pain quite well.  Morgan, I ran holding the weight with one hand because of my shoulder, not because I was looking for an advantage.  Chaz, thanks for letting me skip the pulldowns on the weights.  That would have fried my rotator cuff. The last two stations were pure running and I powered through them.  Running brings me joy.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

Unlike the Guv’ment, I don’t shutdown.  The question is, “do I slowdown?” I’ll see.

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Mr. Eiko

The thick August humidity fogged the windows of 45 Ernie Pyle Lane.  Inside the gray Victorian house, an elderly man pulled a tarnished pocket watch out of his pocket and gazed at the time.  A careful observer would have noticed a picture of a young Marine in the watch cover. But Douglas Burlingame payed the photo no heed. He carefully closed the case and put it back into his suit pocket. It was time for an important visitor.

He  shuffled into the parlor and sat down behind a handcrafted chess board.  It was noon and time to see a man who had appeared daily for nearly seventy years.

“Hello Mr. Eiko.”

A young, medium-build Japanese man sat down in the empty chair across from the elderly man.

“I wondered if you were going to make it today.”

Mr. Eiko nodded. He made it every day.

“So are you ready to play our daily game?”

Mr. Eiko smiled and set the chess game up.

The Japanese pushed a pawn forward with a bony finger.

Pawns.

Both men had once been pawns on a much larger and violent chess board.

Douglas moved his pawn forward, matching Mr. Eiko’s move.

Mr. Eiko then moved another pawn.

Douglas smiled. He had seen this move nearly 25,000 times.  He matched Mr. Eiko’s move swiftly and skillfully.

“You think you would have learned some new moves by now.”

Mr. Eiko had learned a new move. He swiftly moved his Queen and took Douglas’ pawn.

4074354476A burning lashed Douglas’ heart.  On the island of Okinawa, a Japanese infiltrator had snuck into his flooded foxhole and killed his best friend.  Douglas was supposed to be on watch.  After 21-straight days of combat, he had committed the unforgivable sin of falling falling asleep. And his best friend had died because of it.

Douglas had killed the infiltrator by jamming his fingers into the Japanese solider’s eye.

Mr. Eiko looked up at Douglas with his one remaining eye.

“You think you can beat me?”

Mr. Eiko smiled.  He never said a word. He never would.

The two men just continued to play chess.

“Dad are you, OK?”

Douglas quickly turned and saw his 60-year-old daughter Kate and her husband Bob standing in the doorway.

“I think your old man has gone nuts,” Bob scoffed as he walked toward the kitchen. “At least he’s not bitchin’ at me for driving a Japanese car.”

Douglas just stared at his daughter with tears in his eyes.

“He’s here again, isn’t he?” Kate said.

Douglas nodded and looked back at Mr. Eiko.

Mr. Eiko moved another piece on the board.

Kate could see the piece slide by itself toward her haunted father.

Douglas countered with another swift move and said, “Checkmate.”

The old man took out his watch and looked at the picture of his friend inside. The friend that his mistake had killed.

 

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Kate walked over and held her sobbing 87-year-old father’s head in her arms.  He had been so strong for so many years. She looked out the fogged up window, wondering if it was the humidity or something else.  “It’s OK, Dad. It’s OK. You’ve been forgiven.”

Mr. Eiko nodded and dissolved into mist.

 

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The Underdog

Malcolm Gladwell has a new book coming out tomorrow titled David and Goliath: Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants. I’m a fan of Gladwell’s and believe his books, Outliers and Tipping Point are brilliant.  I haven’t read this one yet and have seen that some of the reviews are mixed. But I have read the New Yorker article it’s based on (http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/05/11/090511fa_fact_gladwell) and it’s excellent.

imagesGladwell’s question is this: Why do underdogs statistically seem to win as as often as they do against the favorites?  From the article, Gladwell points to two main areas: 1. The winning underdog doesn’t play the favorite’s game. 2. Relentless effort.

I’m fascinated why some people make it while others don’t.  My career, at least my career as an editorial cartoonist, is statistically nearly impossible to break into.  There are more NBA basketball players in this country than editorial cartoonists.  But I made it. I’m not as talented as some of my friends in the profession. I also wasn’t given a “big break,” out of college. I didn’t step into a great cartooning job at a huge paper — I was a janitor. But I had several “little breaks” along the way.  Each one of them led me to another “little break.”  And each time, I vowed to outwork my competition.  Yes, I had talent. But  it took more than talent. I know a lot of talented people who’ve failed and quit.

So Gladwell’s book’s premise spoke to me.  I didn’t follow the traditional path.  I worked relentlessly.

I guess technically, I was an underdog.

Now, as my career is being reinvented and redefined, I’m back to being one again. What will it take for me to start over?  What will it take for me not to be an underdog?

That’s why I’m thankful I live in Mississippi.  I’m surrounded by success stories of artists, writers, musicians, athletes, business people and others who didn’t listen to conventional wisdom. They were underdogs, too. They ignored the “Mississippi is too ____________” brush people always tried to paint them with. They did things their way. They were relentless.  And they succeeded.

I believe several of the guests on my radio show could qualify as examples in Malcolm Gladwell’s new book.  They were underdogs, but they beat the odds —  and won.

We are a state of Davids.  We ignore the odds and work relentlessly to overcome obstacles thrown in our way. We knock Goliath down and reap the rewards.

And that gives me inspiration — and hope.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: Day 17

title-fall-fitness-12-weekOn Thursday I tweaked an old injury. A few years ago (thanks to bench pressing entirely too much weight for a guy who doesn’t tackle running backs anymore), I injured my rotator cuffs in my shoulders. Add to it, I have a bad shoulder from a third-degree A/C separation I got playing football many years ago. So I have to watch out how much I push my upper body.  The doctor advised that I build up the muscles in my shoulders to strengthen the area around my rotator cuffs to avoid surgery.  I’ve done that successfully. Thursday, I aggravated my left rotator cuff. If I raise my hand straight in front of me, my shoulder pops. And hurts. Thankfully, a weekend of ice and ibuprofen helped it recover.

Of course, today was a shoulder-centric workout.

The only station I skipped outright was Morgan’s. I ran 1/2 mile on the track and a gauntlet in the main stands (up and down the stairs) instead.  I modified my time in the weight room thanks to Chaz’s guidance. And I didn’t do wall stands (I ran 1/4 mile and a gauntlet before I rejoined Line 3 and ran sprints up the hill).  I did do Clark’s core workout and did do the bear crawl ladders (I put more weight on my legs than I did my arms).

I guess I could have stayed home. But I wanted to push a little to see where I was in the recovery phase.

When you exercise, you are going to get injured from time to time.  Like most bad things in life, you have to learn to push through it.  It makes you mentally tough.

A quarter of the way through PLS, I’m in pretty good shape. I ran 10 miles easily on Saturday and felt good today (except for my boo boo.)  I’m grateful for the experience and look forward to seeing what my body will take tomorrow.

PROGRAM NOTE: Paul Lacoste will be on Now You’re Talking with Marshall Ramsey on Mississippi Public Broadcasting Think Radio today at 10 a.m. on 91.3 FM or you can listen online here. http://mpbonline.org/nowyouretalking/

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