my authentic stories

You may be wondering why it is that you should hire me to tell your story.  And that's a fair question.  There is a seemingly bottomless well of self-proclaimed consultants out there trying to assert their own expertise in various specialty areas. But if you’ve met me or you've watched any of my public speaking gigs, you've probably heard some soundbyte where I declare that I am an expert on nothing or bad pun followed by an admission that I refuse to take myself seriously.  This is authentic storytelling, after all.  And it simply doesn't work if you don't believe the voice behind the page.  So here's a collection of some authentic stories from my business-focused blog. (Forgive me, I was much better at keeping up with it before I started writing for a living...)

This is my real, unedited voice. Sassy and irreverent. Self-reflective and often inappropriate.  Hopefully, at points, both funny and poignant.  This is the real Bex De Prospo with no agenda at all, except to get the stories out.  If you feel compelled to keep reading mine, I hope you'll consider letting me help you tell yours.

And if you’re still on the fence, let the experts convince you in their own words by heading over to the Services page where you can read testimonials from Authentic Storytelling clients.

The Happiness Equation

It all started in late 2019 with a bullet journal to keep me busy over the summer holidays.

I’d long been fascinated by my life represented in data (to varying degrees of healthiness…), so I found it easy to start meticulously tracking everything. From every dollar spent to every unit of alcohol consumed. After a few months of methodical tallying, I started to think of this brightly-coloured tome as something like an equation for happiness.

The Real Hustle

Entrepreneurship is not what I expected…

6am —  Right. Ok. I’m awake.

This is quite a civilised time for my brain to turn on. Usually it’s more like 3:30 or 4.

Excruciating Lessons in Resilience and Humility

Two weeks ago, I tore my ACL.

I wasn’t doing anything foolish or dangerous. I was going for a gentle Sunday morning run near my house, as I often do. About 2km from home, on a familiar bit of road, I lost my footing on some loose gravel (in my brand new $300 training shoes…), tried to regain my balance, locked my left knee fully back and fell backward onto a curb, cracking my right collarbone.