![]() ![]() ![]() There is not one of us who is immune to the challenges we face when merely trying to succeed in the life we’ve been given. They were where life circumstances or choices threw me.ĭo I give up when life gets difficult? Yes, life does get difficult. But none of those were what created a definition of the person I was they were just what I was doing at that moment in time. Through the years, I added concert promoter, mother, homeowner, video producer, chief financial officer, author, and even toilet repairman (because we couldn’t afford a plumber) to my many titles. Each of those-girlfriend, wife, or booking agent-was a part of what defined me in the eyes of many. This was when my self-view began to evolve. Others were defining me by one part of my life, not all of it. In some people’s estimation, that was true. I felt as though I had to work harder and be even better than my peers to be successful. It hurt, challenged my self-esteem, and just flat out made me angry. There were times it bothered me to know that people had the wrong perception of me. Fortunately for those who chose to trust their careers in my hands, I was rather good at what I did, and they got enough work to pay their rent. The assumption was that being in a relationship with my boss made me less capable. I must simply be a ditzy blonde whose boss thought she was cute (no offense to blondes-our hair color has no relevance to our abilities). The fact that we were dating created an argument that my ability was not the reason I had my job. ![]() In the minds of many of the people we worked with, that part of my life made me less of an agent. I am not defined by just one part of my life. First, I was his girlfriend then I became his wife. No, it was not one of those torrid affairs in the workplace that you would read or hear about over your lunch break. In my 20s, I was a booking agent for musicians when I married my boss. I finished high school.Īre these really who we are? Or are they merely part of our journey, a title, or life experience that will demonstrate what we are made of? I, my friend, will passionately argue for the latter. ![]()
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