Stepping out of our comfort zone.
Bonfire Night I was holed up in the kitchen with our dog Angus. He was glued to my lap and panting as fireworks exploded all around us. I picked up a message from a friend explaining that she wouldn’t be able to come to our networking event on Wednesday because of the tube strike.
A quick news search confirmed that there was indeed going to be a tube strike the day of our event and suddenly, it wasn’t just Angus who was panicking.
Over 30 woman had accepted our invitation to an evening of pizza, wine and Imposter Syndrome. From experience we know how difficult it can be to motivate yourself to do something after a day’s work, especially when it’s dark, cold and wet. When it’s an evening of networking, even if it’s designed for women who hate networking and there’s a tube strike, honestly, would you go?
Tuesday we vacillated between cancelling and going ahead. I would like to say we were cool, calm and collected about this but we weren’t. We were well and truly triggered and eventually Faith banished us from the kitchen so she could get on with making the 36 cup cakes we had requested (they were sunset ombre, beautiful and delicious).
We began to feel that cancelling would be the easiest option. There was still time to let everyone know and we could reschedule. I could feel how this would provide immediate relief to the discomfort of not knowing what was going to happen. And there was the clue.
We were busted!
It would be much easier to cancel and retreat into our comfort zone than sit with the discomfort.
Creative tension had become emotional tension. What were we actually afraid of? No one turning up? We imagined an evening talking to plates of pizza, a table of wine and glasses and 36 cupcakes.
We did some market research and asked our lovely friend Jaz (of Just Jaz) who was coming along whether she would still be able to make it. “I’ll just get a bus” she said.
Well, at least we would have someone to share the pizza with.
We decided to go ahead and there was temporary relief from the discomfort. Indecision is exhausting. But we weren’t exactly punching the air as we carried three boxes of cup cakes up Baker Street. We decided it was just too much and we were never going to organise anything like this again.
But you know, women came.
In fact 22 women came and we had a lovely evening. The room was filled with laughter and conversation. We had fun. We talked about our favourite feel good films, whether we preferred tea or coffee and our childhood heroes. We took a new look at Imposter Syndrome, walked backwards and took cup cakes home.
As we walked back down Baker Street we were already planning our next one :)
Thank you to all the wonderful women who braved the rain, cold and tubes to come along. We loved meeting each and every one of you. ❤️