I had a really strange dream a few nights ago. It was about Seth Godin, a man I greatly respect and admire. The dream was simple. He gave a talk, then offered to stay and answer individuals questions, one on one. People came from everywhere. They were pouring in the door.
It seemed like they’d never stop coming.
Kids on bright yellow school busses showed up. Adults in dark business suits got in line. College students in their hipster clothes waited in line, texting their friends. There were moms with frazzled hair in line with toddlers in tow. He ended each conversation with his hand on their shoulder, looking in their eyes, saying, “Go, make something happen.”
It was fascinating.
I was standing in the back of the room, watching the seemingly never-ending line of people file in, and watching his patience and passion with each of them, one …