I drafted my first official diploma a few weeks ago.
I took a piece of white paper out of the closet, got out my favorite fountain pen and chose a canary yellow marker for the “official stamp” that I drew above my signature.
I spent some time on that stamp. I really wanted it to look like foil. The kind glued to passports and birth certificates that screams THIS IS OFFICIAL BUSINESS!
No, I haven’t started a side hustle as a notary public or an administrative assistant.
I just decided right there in my office that my client deserved an official something to move ahead despite her fears.
You see, French culture believes in certificates. In official stamps. In procedure.
If something comes easily, that means you’ve done it wrong, cheated your way to the top, gotten a free ride, missed an essential piece of knowledge along the way.
It’s got to be painful to be worthwhile.
And that goes for pretty much everything— from getting into a top-notch business school and opening a bank account to returning a T-shirt at Monoprix.