Doing something new is difficult. And the older I get, the less I enjoy feeling incompetent. I have to force myself to accept the beginner stage, embrace failure as an essential step toward mastery and keep trying. It always helps when I can watch someone else, especially when they’re willing to share the mistakes they’ve made and the tips and tricks they’ve learned along the way.
My clients needed me throughout the day yesterday — as much as any day. There were conference calls and emails galore and a hot project just for good measure. At the end of a jam-packed day, I picked up my son from daycare. I made dinner. I cleaned the kitchen. I went for a walk. I danced to songs from “Frozen” with my kiddo. I engaged in an extended 90-minute bedtime that included six books, two trips to the potty and — oh, I don’t know —a million utterances of, “Close your eyes.”
This is a pretty typical day. But yesterday was International Women’s Day, and as a proud feminist, it seemed like I should do more.