These past couple weeks have been a turning point for me. I can’t quite put my finger on how or why or when, but there have been some definite shifts and major issues questioned. And through that, it’s been up and positive.
This is not to say the major issues have been pleasant or that things are all copasetic. Business has slowed down due to the time of year and shows I’ve been at could have been depressing if I let them get to me. During this time, my Dad asked about how things are going, and I told him. I wasn’t down or melodramatic in my report, but I relayed the truth. In his response, my Dad questioned if I shouldn’t just close up shop and get a day job. He prefaced his response with, “I know you don’t want to hear this,” then argued and backed up his points.
No, I didn’t want to hear it. But I understood where he was coming from. If I was concerned about a loved one in my life, I would ask questions and I hope I would have the guts to be honest with them. So, after reading, reacting, taking a step back, and checking my defensiveness, I responded with, “no, it’s not time to close up.” It’s the perfect time to be out there because the game is changing and I’m willing to step in when others drop down. I expect to hustle and I know it will not be easy or immediately successful. But it is mine, is something I care about, and is only the beginning.
Later that same day, just a few hours after my response to Dad, I saw my cousin, aunt, and uncle. As soon as we sat down to dinner, my uncle brought out a bag and explained they had a few gifts for me. My aunt chimed in that he had seen something he really wanted to get for me, so they did. I opened the bag to find a Tiffany’s bag, then a Tiffany’s box, then a bow necklace. My uncle could barely hold in his excitement across the table. He didn’t even know I had been on the search for a good piece of bow-shaped jewelry ever since I forgot my wear-it-all-the-time bow ring in a Chick-Fil-A bathroom somewhere driving through Florida. As I put on my new necklace, my uncle explained he wanted to commemorate my new business.
That was what I wanted to hear. I didn’t need to; I had come to peace that not everything will be hunky dory and not everyone will understand what I’m up to. But sometimes it is so nice to just have someone understand and openly support me.
Now whenever I look down, I have symbols reminding me I have cheerleaders. My new bow sits right next to my nameplate necklace, which I got from another cheerleader supporting me on my move to New York. (My sister gave it to me to be like Carrie’s nameplate from Sex and the City since Carrie got hers when she first moved to the city.) So, my name and my bow sit next to each other, reminding me there are people in my corner, and silently cheering me on.
Cheer for someone in your life today, and let them know.
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