Sometimes A Small Story Can Do A Lot Of Heavy Lifting
“I’ve got to go,” I say at a meeting that’s running too long. “I’ve got a soccer game.”
“You have to drive your kid to soccer?” is often the reply.
Nope. I am not a soccer mom. I am a soccer playing mom of two boys.
Until I was in my 40s I had never ever played a team sport. At aged 43, after watching the sport from the sidelines at my kids' games, I took a women’s soccer skill course and actually convinced a team to let me play with them.
To be honest, our team wasn't that good. We hardly ever won a game. And at that point my only asset was my ability to cheer really loudly and my willingness to manage the team.
Fast forward 12 years. I’m still playing. I can get two touches on the ball a couple of times a game and actually look up before I pass the ball. I will play until my knees go.
And our team has gradually become better. Last year we won the B side in our league's playoffs. That means we were 5th out of 8 teams. And I was absolutely thrilled.
I tell this story to myself when I need to remind myself that I can learn new things! I tell this story to others because it can change their perception of the 55-year-old woman they see in front of them. Story works!