Nobody cares about nametags.
But I do.
Probably more than anyone on the planet.
In fact, caring is an understatement. Nametags are an obsession. A religion. An addiction. A pathological psychosis.
At least that’s what my therapist says.
But here’s the interesting part. A few years into my nametag crusade, once I started caring and believing and committing to this thing that was meaningful to me––even if it was mundane to the rest of the world––people started listening. Oh, they could play as tough as they wanted, but eventually, they paid attention.
And then they paid money.
Funny what happens when you refuse to go away.