Friday night I slept sitting up - fully clothed, hair done, makeup still on - just so I could get an extra hour of sleep in between the Bad Ass Ladies Supper Club and a class I wanted to attend the next morning. In the end, I got 30 minutes of extra sleep and used the other half hour to sweep my floors... because that’s how we roll as women.
As awesome as it is seeing your vision come to life and being your own #LadyBoss, starting a small business has introduced me to a new level of being overwhelmed, tired and scared.
A few weeks ago a wonderful woman named Jane walked into the SheHive and asked Andrea and I if she could coach us. After we stopped crying ALL THE TEARS (of gratitude, of course), we said yes. The first assignment Jane gave us was to write down what we wanted - for ourselves and for the SheHive - over the next three years.
In preparation for our first session with Jane, I spent some time revisiting the many lists I had made of my ideal life over the past few years - my Ultimate Life List (bucket list), homework I had done for a leadership development course in grad school, the first prototype of the SheHive (a sketchbook full of women drinking wine and laughing)… Much of it hadn’t been revisited in quite some time and some of it was no longer applicable or even important to me anymore. However, overwhelmingly, I was struck by how much of it had actually manifested.
I’m winding down from a long weekend spent with some of my best girlfriends from school - my hive, my wolf pack, my ride or dies. Friday night we were talking about our first impressions of each other.
“I was so intimidated,” Barbara said to me.
“Of me?!” I asked.
“Yes, you were so put together!”
“Put together? I discovered halfway through our first day that my pants were on backwards,” I laughed.
Which is totally a true story.
It’s amazing how much of another person’s story we write in our own heads before we actually get to know them. They’re better than us, more put together, smarter, funnier, prettier…
Or, rather, it's amazing the untrue story of ourselves we perpetuate. The story that says, “I am less than.”