After every meeting, I ask myself a question
Do they want to hear from me?
When I sit down to write a follow-up email, something happens to me.
I hate to admit this, but I often tell myself “no, they don’t want to hear from you, Adam.”
Every failure I’ve ever had bubbles to the top of mind. I get scared and get ready to trash the email.
Except I remember how much I enjoy hearing from other people.
Then I hit send.
Patiently, I wait for someone to write back to let me know what a mistake it was to email them, and they are calling the authorities.
It never comes. Instead, usually, a sweet note.
We live in a connected society, don’t let “you” stop “you.”