Sitting around the white metal dinner table: three with blue eyes, three with brown eyes. Two women, four men. Engineers, a doctor, and me. They have about ten degrees among them, I have one. They have super-brainy careers that take them all over the world, I have an adventurous spirit that urges me to travel. My career (personal fitness trainer and computer program trainer) concluded when I became a full-time Mom (BEST job ever) and “domestic engineer.” They talked stats and projections and data, and I listened, smiling.
I earned the fewest degrees at the table, one, and I still had FUN listening to the chatter and meeting new people. Admittedly I felt a bit intimidated at first; I know I’m smart and my husband loves me for who I am, not how many degrees I have and what my career is/was. I love me too. Having the fewest degree is respectable because I see the world through a lens of experience, adventure, joy, life lessons, and open-mindedness. I am grateful that my HH included me in the delicious dinner.
Life lesson: Go to the corporate/colleague dinners, let the host order the meals, listen to the volley of conversations, smile, and be confident. The blessing is in the whole experience.
Aloha🌺,
Denise