Just sit back, while I practice my parade wave. When I shared with my 16-year old daughter that I had been selected as Conference Diva, she was confused, then laughed. My fiancé asked if that was a good thing and I beamed, “Of course, it’s a good thing…”

I am happy to receive the honor. Will I get a banner or a crown –metaphorial or otherwise?

I was never a beauty queen. I wasn’t a cheerleader. I, instead, played water polo, swam 50- and 100- meter sprints, ruined my knees in softball and volleyball – tearing both right and left anterior crusciate ligaments. And I played evil queens, Rumplestiltskin and damaged women on stage. Diva? Not in my repertoire.

I love that my job resides in the recruitment industry, I love that I get to share with the world what my company’s software can do to streamline the online recruiting process and yes, I love attending conferences. They are the extension of all the networking I am happily buried in daily. It is, after all, the physical handshake that cements the virtual one.

And as the bellows are fanning the flames for the next round of conferences, I will wear this honor proudly – cue the patriotic music and Barbie smile.

Thanks for the title! (By the way, do I add this to LinkedIn?)

Cheers!