Over the years, I have carried a good deal of shame and even some self-loathing (all self- or society- induced) because I’m just never going to be THAT woman.
The woman who is universally liked.
The one who cleans and always keeps a tidy house. (My house IS tidy always, but it’s not of my doing.)
The one who puts on the football jersey of her favorite team and sits beside her man to enjoy Sunday football.
The woman who posts about looking FORWARD to college football season.
The one who hangs out with the other moms… while the kids play or hang out.
PART of me still feels — or admits that — my husband and kids DESERVE this woman.
This week, Chris and I went to buy him a new set of golf clubs. So, I stand there awkwardly in my LBD and cowgirl boots as Chris tries this club and that. He talks so excitedly about things that I DESPERATELY try to appear interested in. I WANT to be interested. The sales person asks if I play. “Play what?” was my response. THAT is how far my mind was from the little golf outing.
Chris deserves a woman who has at least a PASSIVE interest in these things. He’s a sports fanatic.
And when I see you all post so GENUINELY passionate about football season… that shame creeps back up.
Because I’ll never be that woman.
I could never be that woman, DESPITE (at times) trying…
** listening to sports podcasts DESIGNED for women,
** REALLY listening to my husband agonize over fantasy football moves (and I must admit, giving great advice… not because of my non-existent knowledge of the game, but because of my expertise in human behavior)
** hanging out on the golf cart while Chris plays
So, while football season is another reminder of this woman, MAYBE of you reading this now,
I feel differently.
I EMBRACE her. you.
APPRECIATE her (you?)
while simultaneously
embracing ME.
The woman who is more often left out than invited,
the one who is eclectic in my interests,
the one who keeps my husband guessing, in all the most fun ways,
the one who makes all the monies
the one who loves sex (that counts as a hobby, right??)
the one who has oddly specific habits around putting laundry away, but never remembers to actually wash the stuff,
the one who loves hard and deeply and forever.
So, while I STILL feel a SLIGHT ping when i see you in your football jersey or on the golf course with your man, all decked out in your own golf gear or posting about HOW EXCITED you are about college football season…
My husband LONG AGO made peace with this. He chose me. He chose THIS woman.
Finally, NOW, I’ve made peace with it.
And I choose me.
The truth is, MUCH of who we are lies in
who we were DESTINED and BORN to be.
I will NEVER be able to sustain a costume,
or a list of rules and regulations.
I could never whittle myself down to “fit” some obscure standard.
Not in life,
and certainly not in business.
Long ago,
before “internet businesses” were a thing,
before coaching was a real industry,
I set out to carve my own path.
EACH step, each up-leveling
each different layer of success
was on the back of me becoming (or showing)
EVEN MORE of me,
REJECTING the expectations,
showing up with confidence in what I — UNIQUELY — brought to the table.
Be forewarned, most circles will RESENT your lack of compliance, your unwillingness to do it “their way.” I have never been nominated for a MIss Congeniality award. Ever.
But I didn’t care. Not really.
I am here for a purpose.
A calling.
A destiny that is UP TO ME to create and make reality.
If you are ready,
the circle who will ALWAYS embrace you for you…
the tribe that EXPECTS you to do it your way
and will CHALLENGE your attempts to fall in line with the STEPFORDPRENEUR march…
is Women Who WOW.
Message me to join.
