Reputation Rant

Lately I've been told several times over I have quite a reputation. Not the bad kind. Not the insult slung at teenagers who sleep around or famous men who cheat on their wives. I've been complemented, flattered, and maybe somewhat bamboozled by people who think I've got what it takes. To do what? I'm not sure. I work my ass of, always have. I know no other way than to give everything I have to everything I do, and I try to operate with the highest level of ethics. The things I do need to provide some return for me, not in dollars and cents, but in learning and growth. I want to earn enough to make my life comfortable, but the time I save is as important as the money I make. I won't bullshit you, even if I have to tell you something you don't want to hear. Lies don't serve either of us. I've been asked to fix programs and schools, to edit books and papers, to deliver training and professional development. I have a reputation. I am authentic, genuine to a fault at times. I can be a bit loud, a bit brazen. But I do good work, and people ask for my help. I'm just trying to figure out, am I chump?