I went to a Celtics game last week — my first actually.
I was neither a player, nor a cheerleader, but a spectator.
But you know, I didn't feel like a spectator.
Perhaps because my friend Kim had purchased four tickets at the East End House's Cooking for a Cause benefit, and invited two up-and-coming professional women, and myself, along. There is something empowering about paying our own way. Remember the Destiny Child's song, all the honeys making money, throw your hands up at me? Well, I'm throwing my hands up at Kim.
Then there were the remarkably short lines in the women's bathrooms, a metaphor, odd as it may seem, that women still aren't contributing as they could in the workplace. Beth Peterson of life as a hero made the comment some weeks back that getting in the game can be so much easier, when someone invites us, and then shows us how, to play. Being the oldest of the four women, I certainly hope that I am doing my share of inviting and teaching…
The winning shot of the evening was the systergy, the connecting and collaborating, as we discussed our career aspirations, and the challenge of balancing work, family, church, and life.
None of us were cheerleaders, nor were we any of us dribbling the ball down the court.
But we were cheering one another on — and playing ball.
Spectators — yes.
But in all the important ways, we were players in the game.
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