My finger slid across my iPad in a slow pattern as the Facebook posts rolled by, one at a time.
It’s the way I unwind.
It’s a way to change gears and stop thinking about work. If your wall looks like mine there is always a combination of posts. You would be surprised how often I burst into laughter because of a crazy, stupid, or funny post I come across. Heaven only knows how many prayers I’ve sent up when I’ve come across a personal post about struggles. Health concerns. Mental challenges. Family crisis. These posts touch my spirit. Someone is always talking about the weather. Others make me salivate with their food posts. Vacation posts let me see other parts of the world from my couch.
Lately however, I’ve been hearing the cry of the woman’s heart. I hear it in the posts I read. Or wait a minute, maybe that’s my heart crying. It’s not the sound of a heart breaking, although many of us have experienced that at some point in our life. It’s more like a longing unfulfilled. I continued through the posts. I marveled at how the kid pictures look so different from a few years ago. And then I saw it.
Then I saw it.
It was a photo like no other. There
There was four eccentric women standing together on a street clutching their oversized bags. Each of them was wearing an outrageous hat and a ridiculous amount of color. Their accessories were loud and bold. Shoes, jewelry, scarves, makeup, and glasses all made a statement.
“We’ve been friends for so long we can’t remember which one of us was the bad influence!” That was the caption on the Facebook post that stopped me from scrolling.
I wanted it to be me. Yes, I want to be able to be influential. I want to be able to instigate this kind of bazaar fun. FUN. Remember? LAUGHTER. Remember? That’s it right there. That’s what women are not getting enough of.
Immediately, and energetically, I hit the share button. There must be other women desiring some of this kind of fun. I reasoned that if I could get a few women to dress up like that and wear a big bright hat too, I would undoubtedly attract the most fun women around. I was certain we would not need an agenda or program or entertainment.
I was right.
As I shared that post I put out an invitation for a ladies night out.
Do you want a glimpse of what happened?
There are are five women missing from this photo. Two had left to pick up their children. One was busy in the kitchen. (The restaurant owner at All D’s Lounge is a fun woman and was a huge part of our evening.) One woman showed up later after she finished work and the other was Eniko Crozier who, as usual, was behind the camera.
We smiled a lot. We laughed out loud. We had a blast.
The day after, I got the most interesting comment from Ann Lemon, another Sutton Realtor who had observed me at the event. She texted me, I love how happy it makes you! She’s right. It made me happy to see the women having a good time.
Here’s a little secret.
You don’t have to have a title, or a committee, a club, or a church to start up some fun. You don’t always need a program (although that too has its place). You may not even need money. A little inspiration and a simple initiative is all it takes to make something happen.
Have you ever risked taking the initiative and had satisfying results?
I’d love to hear your story.
Tina Plett, Sutton Group-Kilkenny Real Estate