Several weeks ago, my friend Lorna shared with me that while still in her early 20's, she bought her dream car, a red Corvette.
Her dad helped her finance the purchase, but I was surprised nonetheless.
Though I've “wanted” a Porsche Carrera for over 20 years, I've never really been serious about buying one. I've never even test-driven one, unless you count the time I drove around the block of the car dealership several times before losing my nerve.
You may be thinking, of course you didn't buy it — Porsches are a luxury car and they aren't exactly kid-friendly.
But, you know what?
There were several years of Wall Street bonuses, and no children until my mid-30s.
And I didn't buy one.
I wonder why.
Lorna offhandedly said something which I think is quite important.
“I looked really good then.”
There are many possible takeaways from her comment, and by the way, she continues to look fabulous, actually more fabulous now, because of who she is.
But my key takeaway was this.
Lorna bought a Corvette.
Because Lorna believed she deserved to own a Corvette.
Because Lorna (as did her father) believed she was Rachel.
For some, not all, no matter how successful we become, we occasionally have to remind ourselves that Leah needs to take a backseat.
When I buy my next car, will I buy a Porsche?
I don't yet know, but if Rachel has her way, I will.
Can you think of something that you really, really wanted to do, try or buy, and you did? How did you feel?
Is there something you want to do today that you haven't done? Why?
According to the Bem Sex-Role Inventory, a woman is considered feminine only when she is providing resources (time, money, praise) to someone else. How does this societal belief influence your decisions?
To what extent are we gatekeepers for our children's dreams? What would we need to do to fling open the gate?