The intimidation I felt today was innocent, almost childlike. Palms damp from overactive pores. Body tingly from rabid nerve endings. Pulse rate just a tad elevated from the anticipation. I have to admit I was nervous in a way that I hadn’t felt in a while.
I was invited by a friend to attend her monthly business networking meeting. I wasn’t sure what to expect as I’d never associated myself with anything “business,” at least not until I started my own not too long ago. I constantly have to tell my brain, “You’re a business woman now, so start being business-savvy.” The group’s morning chatter was all work and no play; it was deliberate and surprisingly light-hearted. People were damn serious about what they did and genuinely interested in what I had to offer. I was expected to stand and deliver a quick overview of my business, and as each well-dressed person spoke their spiel, I started growing smaller and smaller by the minute. It was literally the round table of successful and established women, and somehow, I found myself in the middle surrounded by attorneys and health care professionals and financial advisors.
I think it was pretty much met with equal awe and nonchalance, if that makes any sense. Never mind dabbling into the web market bit of my business; I sat next to a pretty made web designer. Goodness. I don’t even have a writing degree. Yeah. I laughed at myself on the inside for a second.
Then I allowed myself to revel at the fact that I was there, surrounded by success. Maybe success intimidates me a little. Fear of success. It boggles my mind. Humbles me to the very core. It was inspiring, motivating. When you find yourself shadowed by the greats, take as much from it as you can. Learn. Allow yourself to be small. All great things start that way.
So next month, I might find myself in the same meeting with a better sense of how much I can offer, which is really quite a bit. I may have taken twenty business cards today, but I gave away just as much. Who knows? Maybe I made a lasting impression. I guess I’ll find out when I get that phone call.
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