Reading time: 2.24 569 words Hey Reader, You’re not for everyone. Nor am I. And that’s not only okay, it’s brilliant! There’s not enough time or energy in the world for one person to help everyone. So, you probably don’t wanna work with me if:
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TTFN, Vicky p.s. I’m live on LinkedIn tomorrow at 10.30am UK time chatting about this in more detail if you’d like to join me:
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