On the Ninth Day of My Great Resignation, my decision gave to me, new beginnings and a blank canvas.
With childlike enthusiasm, I grabbed my watercolors from the art cabinet and sat down to discover what might bubble up for me with this new beginning. A bright and fresh look maybe? I am filled with wondered and excitement of how I will evolve this year. It feels like a thawing-out period of my frozen creative self from years spent in analysis and surviving in the concrete jungle of Wall Street.
One of the questions I like to ask of my ‘gal pals’ is a far, and deep look-back into her personal life. So far back, you might even remember Strawberry Shortcake movies, or My Little Pony movies. Maybe you were a Rainbow Bright girl, or a Nickelodeon kid?
When you were a little girl, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Every year, since pre-school, my mother would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and every year, without fail I would answer with confidence, “Mommy, I want to be a cheerleader”. She would write it down in my baby book, to codify this aspiration. In fifth grade, I participated in try-outs and made the squad. I remained a cheerleader until college. In college, I pivoted and became a certified personal trainer and an aerobics instructor, where I taught a mean Step Aerobics class. It really was a different form of cheerleading.
Guess what? I am still a cheerleader. I love painting this blank canvas with my new beginning at The Freckled Strawberry, Inc, where I get to cheer you on, as you level-up.