So, guys, I had my corporate speaking gig on Thursday. It went really well. Who’s the butch? That would be me.
Remember how nervous I was? I wrote about my fear here.
To get myself psyched up, I watched wrestling. And I wore my power tie. One that had belonged to a friend who passed away a few weeks ago. The guy got things done. I’m taking you with me, I told him. I figured I needed all the help I could get.
And there at 11:30 a.m. I stood in the front of a conference room full of people in my black Dr. Marten’s and navy blue vest and red-and-blue striped silk tie.
I talked about the power of story. I told this story:
About 20 years ago, my mother threw me a bridal shower at a very fancy country inn.
I had wanted a bowling alley bridal shower with rented shoes and pepperoni pizza and pitchers of beer.
Note: You might be a lesbian and should not be marrying a man if you want your bridal shower to be held at a bowling alley.
There I stood in a pair of black high heels and a flowered dress drinking punch out of a small glass cup with a handle. I wore a paper plate hat made out of ribbons and bows. The shower was ending and I was supposed to thank everyone for coming.
I froze. I had to be rescued by my best friend.
Penn State was playing Michigan that day. “Kick-off is in 30 minutes,” she said. “We have to go.” We were PSU alumni after all.
And that’s been our running joke or running story. “Kick-off is in 30 minutes.” It has gotten me out of every single uncomfortable situation for the past 20 years.
I rewrote my story on Thursday.
I’ve never been big on all of that positive thinking stuff. It’s always seemed hokey.
But I’m thinking about things differently these days. I’m careful with the stories I tell myself. I pay close attention to the thoughts I allow in my head.
It just goes to show what a flip in your thinking can do. That and a power necktie.
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What personal story do you want to rewrite?