It was a moment that seared in my soul.
And there were bananas in the oven.
I was in my early 20s, sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house.
My dad leaned on the kitchen counter to get more eye level with me to drive his point home.
“You are a dreamer!” he accused.
As a daddy’s girl, this criticism hurt deeply and the pain lingered for years later.
But what exactly was he talking about?
- So I liked to break some rules and norms.
- I challenged why things were done the way they always had been done.
- I had turned down another big corporate job because it wasn’t a great fit for me.
Back then, in my dad’s book, I was nuts.
- And that’s okay.
- In the world he lived in, that makes sense.
- Toeing the corporate line for 30+ years was survival.
Today, I officially opened Cynthia’s Party Porch – an online community to help Mighty Hosts fill their communities with happy, active members – in spite of not being famous and with huge lists.
Yes, Dad, I’m working with dreamers like me.
(And, BTW stashing bananas in the oven does not make them invisible to your guests!)
Makes me think of people who (used to) hate networking…. Have you released your limiting moments in time?