I have been thrilled to see how the people at my husband’s work respect him and come to him for advice and trust him with responsibility. I was there when he was in graduate school and for years he had no self-esteem and thought he’d never get anywhere in his chosen career. It’s been a long journey to get here but it’s paid off for him.
He says the only reason that people come to him for advice and think he knows what he’s doing is because he’s “old” now (late 40s) and has gray hair (or late least more than he used to).
An interesting thing happened to me at the last HeartLA meeting. As most of my friend know, I have no problem speaking in front of people. In fact, I love doing it, so when our vice president/program director said they needed someone to speak at the June meeting, I said I would and I asked what they wanted me to speak on.
Suddenly, everyone in the group started talking about self-editing and grammar and asking me questions about the book I edited for Crescent Moon Press and asking if I would talk about that.
I said I would, but the thing that surprised me was that all these women were asking my advice and help. One of them even asked if I would look at her book and help her with the editing. Actually, she had asked my daughter of Paperbacks and Frosting fame if she’d “review” her book and I pointed out that she’s reading published books, as it’s a review site not a critique place.
She said she really needed someone to “critique” her book although that wasn’t the word she used. I told her I’d read it.
She acted as though I’d offered her a publishing contract. “You’d really do that for me?”
I told her of course I would and we agreed that she’d send me the first few chapters as that would make her less uneasy about someone else reading it.
I came home thinking how odd it was that all these people look to me for advice and help when my last book came out SEVEN years ago.
Then I realized what it was.
I am older than most of them and I have gray hair!
Maybe they see me as the wise old woman of the group.
Or maybe I’m just the most talkative one (and I am one of the Rowdy Girls – some uncharitable people say I’m the instigator of the Rowdy Girls) and so I offer a lot of opinions and that give the illusion that I know a lot.
Maybe I shouldn’t color my hair after all.