slippery


I’ve learned to be a slippery salesperson.

When you’ve been in sales long enough, you experience it all:

Territory changes.
Quotas rising.
Missing numbers you thought you’d crush.
Deals you were certain would close slipping away.
Prospects ghosting without a word.

At first, it stings.

You take every high and low personally.

You grip too tight.

But over time, you realize the ups and downs aren’t the exception.

They’re the nature of sales.

So you learn to be slippery.

To let things slide off instead of stick to you.

To glide instead of grind.

To keep moving without clinging.

Sales isn’t about control. It’s about staying in motion, no matter what comes your way.

Life has things you can’t control, so being slippery helps not just in sales, but in everyday messy situations.

Driving, airports, politics. They’re all situations where frustrations pop up that you can’t control.

So put on some grease and be slippery.

Josh Braun

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