I often wonder who my mentors really have been. My heroes outside of fictional ones like Wonder Woman. I have never really been able to identify who those specific people are in my life. I mean, I have had wonderful friendships and have been befriended by a few very special ones along the way. But finding a through line with any single one of them has been – well – elusive.
And so I decided to ask myself today, “does one really need a life long mentor or sponsor?” I would have to say yes, right away. If any young woman is lucky enough to be guided on her journey, life can most definitely follow a certain path of strength, even through difficulty.
However, when life is a series of constant highs and lows, extreme ups and downs and you have been left to your own devices like a feather in a wind storm, it can feel awfully rough. To whom and what do you cling?
I discovered today, that I can always have kindness. I can always offer myself, my spirit, my joy to others. Time and again, even at my lowest moments, and lately there have been more than a few, I can find the strength in myself by finding strength in the women I admire and am surrounded by even without having a personal relationship with any of them. Sure I long for the comfort of being able to have someone hold my hand and insure that I pass through the opens doors. Alas, that has mostly not been the case. And so I have finally recognized that I am the woman I have always longed for. And it is a good to place to be. To inspire. To be generous. To give even when you feel like there is nothing left to give out. “It’s a hard knock life” but someone’s gotta live it.
I went to my favorite ballet class today and found strength in my time with what I love to do. I surrounded myself and dialogged with dancers and former older professionals and just made the decision to let the joy be my guide. I left with a feeling of complete exaltation and walked into the sunlight alone and happy.