When a friend suggested I should sign up our Circle as part of an “O at Home” project aimed at women’s gatherings, I found all kinds of reasons to NOT do it.
I suggested the friend take on the task, since she was enthusiastic about the idea.
I fumbled at the fact that it did not seem a good fit for our evenings of deep conversation.
I worried that an afternoon of oohing and ahhing over “stuff” would take us away from our core purpose as a Circle of women focusing on leading lives that made a difference in the world.
I turned my attention to other things but the friend was persistent.
“It would be really great publicity for you,” she said, stopping me cold in my tracks. That idea had never occurred to me.
I thought I’d better sit down my bag of objections and look at it again. Could it really give Something Yet To Be national visibility? Did I WANT it? How could this small group of close knit women, less than 20-strong at the heart of it, rise to the occasion IF such visibility created a larger demand? Wouldn’t we be biting off more than we could chew?
And I heard my husband’s voice in my head. “Janet, it’s just a sweepstakes. You probably won’t get picked. What do you have to lose? Ten minutes? Not a big deal. Just do it.”
Except…. It was terrifying to think about an Oprah-sized launch. Being an inch worm was familiar but the soaring eagle? No way.
Bald fear lived underneath all the objections. So, I picked up the piece of paper and typed in the website, gulping and holding onto the imagined words of my husband , “Just do it.”
I suggested the friend take on the task, since she was enthusiastic about the idea.
I fumbled at the fact that it did not seem a good fit for our evenings of deep conversation.
I worried that an afternoon of oohing and ahhing over “stuff” would take us away from our core purpose as a Circle of women focusing on leading lives that made a difference in the world.
I turned my attention to other things but the friend was persistent.
“It would be really great publicity for you,” she said, stopping me cold in my tracks. That idea had never occurred to me.
I thought I’d better sit down my bag of objections and look at it again. Could it really give Something Yet To Be national visibility? Did I WANT it? How could this small group of close knit women, less than 20-strong at the heart of it, rise to the occasion IF such visibility created a larger demand? Wouldn’t we be biting off more than we could chew?
And I heard my husband’s voice in my head. “Janet, it’s just a sweepstakes. You probably won’t get picked. What do you have to lose? Ten minutes? Not a big deal. Just do it.”
Except…. It was terrifying to think about an Oprah-sized launch. Being an inch worm was familiar but the soaring eagle? No way.
Bald fear lived underneath all the objections. So, I picked up the piece of paper and typed in the website, gulping and holding onto the imagined words of my husband , “Just do it.”
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