This last weekend, I attended a personal development workshop.
There were 25 of us in attendance. We filled one small meeting room. For the duration of the event, I was seated next to and paired with a delightful woman. Her name is Kate. She offers personal coaching, owns her own business(es), and is raising a BE.YOOTIFUL. little girl, all by herself. Kate is a powerhouse of a human being, independent, strong, outspoken, and she lives her life louder than any other woman I’ve ever met. I was in awe of her at first sight (and a little intimidated, to be honest), and my awe deepened as I got to know her over our few days together.
Kate’s sense of style cannot be overstated. For the event, she was wearing a little black dress and super cute, wedge heels. We worked together as partners throughout the day, and every time I was asked to turn and look at her face I was impressed. I would turn toward her, take in her genuine smile, the frenzy of intelligence behind her eyes, and the don’t-let-the-serious-topic-fool-you-I-am-a-bad-ass gold, hoop piercing in her nose, and I had the same thought every time.
EVERY TIME. Same thought.
(I also thought “great rack, amazing eyelashes, I love the bangs,” and every time I hugged her I immensely enjoyed her curvy goodness, but yes. Mostly just “…DAMN.”)
At one point in my not-so-distant past, sitting next to Lovely Kate would have made me want to hide. (Seriously. She’s so amazing.) She is confident. She is absolutely GIRL. She is intelligent, feminine, sexy, strong. She is, in my mind, what I should probably want to be. The put-together, intentional, presidential persona she so successfully displays is what every professional, confident woman should strive for.
I’m so, so, so, SO SO SO not like Kate.Read More