Title or Entitle?

Title or entitle? Where do you land between the two?  There are lots of ways we could define these two, so let me offer the following:

 Title describes my vision; entitle describes my worldview.  Title describes my position; entitle describes my place.  Title describes how others see me; entitle describes my self worth. Title explains how I work; entitle explains where I rest. Title is an alias; entitle is a name. 

There is one thing that Title and Entitle share: both are a chosen presence, a set of specs through which we tint our world.   Which best describes how you see you?  Which best describes how others see you?  Get gutsy...send this to a few people whose honesty you trust, and ask them what they think about you.  Here's a chance to trust people you love to help you become more valuable.

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