I’m terrified of public speaking. You wouldn’t know it. You wouldn’t see my pulse explode like lightning behind my eyes while the embodiment of my childhood self scaled a tree. You’d see a polished woman with a gleaming smile, a woman who appears as though she can’t be rattled. I’d pull it off. But I’m not perfect, and each time you see a talking head, cross-armed, or upright on stage with a… Read More
Somewhere, everywhere, toddlers around the world are teaching their parents to slow down, to take a breather, to just enjoy.
Oh how that phrase used to bother me! It meant “tolerate the intolerable, suck it up!”
I found a new way to hear it.
I want to believe that I am self-sufficient. That within my ingenious female ecosystem lies impenetrable savvy.
The kind of savvy that will propel me into a position of leadership. A position worthy of a proper title.
After all, I am a strong candidate. A formidable opponent. A listener. A learner. A friend. A skilled and self-sacrificing business woman.
All in the name of the greater good.
I’m not self-sufficient.