International Women’s Day 2018
I haven’t shared this before, but today felt like a good day to do so.
This is a picture of me ~ taken 5 years ago today ~ International Women's Day, March 8th 2018. I was in Los Angeles, California producing an event, When Women Thrive in Media & Entertainment, for the consulting organization I used to work for.
It was the International Women's Day, 5 months after Alyssa Milano's "#metoo" tweet that lead to millions of women sharing about the sexual violence they experienced.
It was my job to be a part of this work. On paper, and maybe in this photo, it looked like a dream job. It was incredible. But do you know what I was thinking the entire time?
* "What the heck am I doing here?"
* "Why is this country farm-girl mama in Hollywood?"
* "What can I, Erin (who barely watches TV), do to help?"
* "Seriously?
Here's what else. While the #metoo movement was having a powerful and memorable impact on my work and career, some other really powerful and memorable things were happening back home too.
* My neighbor and friend was tragically killed in a car accident.
* I went on a mission trip to Guatemala, forever changing my heart for those living in poverty.
* My kids were little, and couldn't understand #metoo, or what and why Mama was doing what she was doing.
* My heart was being pulled a part in a million pieces, and here I was having to pretend I had it all together at work.
I didn't feel like I belonged there. This work was taking me 3,000 miles away from my family and life here, and was but a speck of sand in the context of all that was advancing the #metoo movement. While amazed and inspired by the talented and brave leadership of actors and actresses leading the conversation, I cared more about the stories and people back home and in the impoverished communities of Guatemala. Though it all appeared innovative and sexy, it was actually 100% corporate and all about making my company money.
Did I mention I barely watched movies?
5 year ago today, I was in Hollywood. Today I'm in Holliston, and couldn't be more sure I'm exactly where I need to be ... doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. Instead of spotlights, money and fame, we've got twinkle lights, community and connection. Instead of 3,000 miles, it's barely 3. Instead of colored black hair and heels, it's au natural and some scuffed up muck boots. Instead of Beverly Hills, it's the Bird & Bear Collective.
I wouldn’t trade my corporate career for a bazillion dollars. It is why I do what I do. It just looks a little (or a lot) different now. This work is my heart. This work is my joy. This work is our collective nesting, resting, exploring and soaring.
Thank you for being here. And hey, Happy International Women's Day.
