Where I went to school all of the teachers were beautiful, sang like angels, and had perfect handwriting. I knew just what to do.
Where I went to school we didn’t learn to lead. We learned to be good students and if we fit the mold just right we became exceptional employees. We might rise through the ranks. We might achieve a place where we could lead, but that didn’t make us leaders. We never had to forge a path. The path was always there before us. Do this and then do that to get there and you too, can be where I am now.
I was one of those faux leaders. I built companies and made them rich. I thought I knew how to do things, but I didn’t. I only had a piece, only a bit of the picture. No one had taught me how be on my own. No, no, they let me do things alone, but that’s not the same. I didn’t know that. How could I? It looks the same when you’re in a crowd.
When I wanted to fly, to find my way, I didn’t know how. I was confused. I looked in the mirror and didn’t know who to see. Where was the independent leader? When I wanted to walk my own path I sought someone. I kept hoping, reaching out for a hand, for someone to show me what to do. I’d become a child again. I wanted to go to grownup school.
I had to face my fears, my lack of confidence, my lack of money . . . alone. It would have been easier, if there were lessons on such things.
Now I must be ready because a big breeze has blown through my life bringing a world of teachers. Everywhere I look are people lending a hand, offering help. Folks are pointing out the way to go. The sun is shining down a path.
The daisies are smiling again like they did when I was a little girl going to school . . . and all of the teachers were beautiful, sang like angels and had perfect handwriting. I know just what to do.
−me strauss Letting me be