Sometimes we need to go back to our roots to find our second act.
After writing my first post for more.com ("Top 10 Hidden Rules That Can Sabotage Your Career"), I am feeling like the lawyer at the end of “Miracle on 34th Street.” In this final, “aha,” moment, he realizes that, since the kindly old man with the white beard actually was Santa Claus, his success proving so in court wasn’t such an amazing feat after all.Similarly, I’m reconsidering the magnitude of my life reinvention. In the past several years, quitting my tenured university professorship to become a coach seemed like a big deal. Now, after writing that more.com post, I’m thinking, my reinvention wasn’t such an amazing feat after all.
What I’ve realized is that, although my title (coach) and industry (professional development) have changed, the core of what I do and believe has not. In fact, the no-holds-barred feminism of that blogpost returns me to my roots, as a feminist commentator. As early as high school, I was competing in original oratory with a speech about the gender rituals I observed as an exchange student in Brazil.
