Found my old pink (obvs) pastry chef jacket in the dress-up bin last night and was shocked to remember that I used to wear it.
And it made me think back to my life pre-kids and all the things I tried on for size:
- Aquatic Coordinator
- Yoga instructor
- Catering Manager
- Teaching Assistant
- Pastry Chef
- Children’s store salesmomma
- Wedding Planner
- Fitness Instructor
- Speech-Language Pathologist
and the list went on. I even thought of the crazy leaps I took, like applying to House & Home Magazine to do who knows, just because I loved it. Or starting The Momma Collective, because I thought it would be cool. Or pitching to my boss last week a pilot project that I wanted to be involved in, and deciding to help run the Climb Out of The Darkness, Kelowna-edition, just because my overly-scheduled life needed something NEW to try on.
So I immediately blasted this lady in my big white minivan, and thought about all the lessons I learned from wearing all those hats:
The lessons I learned most often came from the women mentoring me; the PhDers, the business owners, the lifers’ of their “craft”. I looked up to each and every one of them; even the ones that lived lives so foreign to mine or whose bank accounts/social lives/waistlines put mine to shame. The women who were all work and lip gloss or who floated by me all essentially oiled and zen. They taught me to stretch and grow, to try out the new and scary. To be brave and to try it on, to see if it fit. To be proud of myself and to enjoy the journey, even when the fit wasn’t right. To take away a lesson learned, to focus on the process; instead of doing the whole comparison, grass-is-always-greener thing we women (& Mommas) tend to do.
Cheers to those women who showed me that in every journey, to look around. To think about how I can grow, when it’s sunny times or a downpour. And most importantly, for every door that closes….
What did you learn from all your hats? Find the lessons.