It hurts when you pick my brain

I get asked to have my brain picked quite often.

Like a lot actually.

Like almost everyday.

It's very flattering to know that people value my opinions and ideas, and I do love to help others be successful, but...and how do I say this without sounding unAlmontonian (we are The Friendly Town after all)...I don't have a whole lot of brain left to give these days.

You see, ideas might look free, but they're not really. I spend hours upon hours each day working to build my brand and come up with new ideas. Then I spend more hours implementing them. (And then I should really be blogging about it because that's what the people want I'm told.)

I have three years of post secondary education that trained me in creative thinking, business and enough graphic design to get me through the day. I am a student of the school of life and am always paying attention and taking notes on what others are doing so that I can keep up with the times and trends.

I'm happy to impart my knowledge, but when you ask if you can "pick my brain", it makes me want to cry a little bit.

Because I'm a wimp, and I'll probably do it, or help you in some way and then it'll take away time from doing something to improve my own business or sitting for dinner with my kids instead of staring at my phone, or, like, exercising. 

I recently read a helpful (to me anyway) article on forbes.com that put how I feel in words really well.

This is my favourite quote.

"How would you feel if your boss came to you and said, Hey since we can get this done from information from the Internet, I won’t be paying you today. Go ahead, let it sink in. Got that visual yet? Good. That’s exactly how I feel whenever someone wants to take me to lunch or call me to pick my brain. A turkey sandwich is not payment for something that helped you overcome an obstacle and either created value or additional revenue for your company."

You can read the full story here.


Emily Arbour
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Julie Smith
Julie Smith

April 02, 2014

I know what you mean Emily! I love to share but sometimes………

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