There is no way that I thought I’d ever grow up to be an expert in sales. I was a nice, good girl.
And nice, good girls DO NOT sell.
As I write this I think of the inevitable connection to the oldest profession in the world, and I have to think on some deeply embedded level, there is a collective belief that selling ourselves is somehow connected to… well, selling ourselves.
Nope. Sales is not for nice girls. Or decent women.
Just the idea of selling – for many women – brings of feelings of shame and embarrassment.
“I just feel so awkward!”