I met a woman at a party last night. We were introduced because we were both therapists. Well, actually, she is a clinical psychologist. A differentiation that seemed quite important to her as she corrected several people that lumped up together as therapists. We all stood corrected.
We were also introduced because we both have entrepreneurial minds that invent interesting projects and business’s.
So I told her about my blog. I confided my hope to be named one of the top 100 women bloggers. I divulged my book ideas. She listened with seeming interest. She is, after all, a therap….psychologist.
When I was finished spilling my guts she began to point out how ridiculous my ideas were. She did, she really did! I was expecting…sounds like you have really big plans. How does that make you feel? I’m curious about…You know, the useful things therapists say. Instead, in her best patronizing voice she asked if I knew how many bloggers there are in the world trying to do the same thing? How the chances of my making any money through my writing was absurd.
If they hadn’t run out of beer I would excused myself to get a bottle.
*A motherly attempt to keep someone safe from a harm they may not foresee-I confess I am guilty of this with my kids.
*A perceived threat to the bubble poppers ego-ugh, I have done this too.
*Meanness-I hope I haven’t done this.
*A belief they (the bubble popper) know what is RIGHT and TRUE. I think my psychologist not-friend falls into this category.
As we left the party I told Tom what had been said. He offered go beat her up.
Instead I said something that surprised me. Has this ever happen to you? You hear yourself say something so profound that you wonder where or who it came from. I said to Tom with a certainty I didn’t feel moments earlier, “I think the universe is testing me. It/She is trying to see how committed I am to my dreams. I have to know if I can hold my self in the face of a wind storm(bag)?”
Who said that?