Yeah, right. If only. Photo courtesy of SBS Film/Legally Blonde.
Well y'all, it's go time. I leave in 5 days to start this crazy adventure as a traveling leadership consultant. So I wanted to take some time to explain why exactly I took this job. Why I'm working for a sorority. Cause I've heard it all, and I honestly poke fun at it myself most days:
"So this makes you like, a professional sorority girl, right?"
"You majored in sorority! Way to buck the higher educational system!"
"&^%$, you're working for nationals? Dang, Ash. We hated that guy." - Frat Star
"Wow. (eyebrows raised) You sure had fun in college, huh?" - Kind Church Pew Neighbor
Given the above skepticism, this how the 2009-2010 LC class instructed dealing with my friendly aisle buddy aboard a Boeing:
New Buddy: So, what line of work are you in?"
Me, flashing my million-dollar smile: "Oh, I'm in counsulting."
NB: "Really? What kind of consulting?"
Me: "You know, recruiting, retention, marketing, leadership services, financial needs..."
NB: "Oh, okay. Now what's the company?"
Me: "Well um, it's a non-profit women's organization based in Atlanta, Ga."
NB: "I meant like, what's the name of it...?"
Me: "Alpha Delta Pi sorority."
Old LC's passing the torch to us newbies.
So as journalism opportunities bloomed left and right in this ravishing job market NOT, I jumped at the opportunity to give back to ADPi. To get paid to jetset/sightsee. To grow up 3 years time in 9 months. To see if there's life on the other side of the Mississippi River. To plug my ears and turn my back to the looming world of corporate cubicles. To pretend I'm sorta-kinda still in college. To share Jesus as often as possible. <--this is the biggest reason I said yes to God's whole crazy idea about doing this. He had me on that one. So I said yes.
New LC class: It was love, and it bloomed quickly. Emily, Regan, Lori, Me, Megan, Jenni, Mary Kathryn
And yes, it absolutely scares me to death. I worry about getting lost, misplacing important things (um, have you met me?), navigating airport ALONE every 5 days, feeling kinda alone, and wreaking havoc on important relationships. That's the big one. No one's really sure about the cost of upkeep on a friendship when you don't exactly know when you'll see that girl again. Dear everyone: Yes, ha, I realize I'm the one potentially straining our friendship these days. :) Chyeah, you bet I'm leary.
But then God looks at me and says, "Hey, sunshine. (That's what God calls me. Not 'peanut,' like some of my friends think is a good nickname for me. They ignore it when I suggest 'sunshine' so I'll let God call me that.) No. Quit it--Stop worrying. Didn't I tell you "who of you in worrying can add another hour to her life?" The point of your life is Me, not you, remember? There's a glory of it all. That's me. I am going to pull you through a lot this year--hang on. Take my hand, we'll make it I swear. And hey, those friendships? Not to fret. I'm looking at the other side of this year and you'll eventually love what I work out, baby girl."
Hello, Hartsfield-Jackson. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are our future home?
So here we go. Now to negotiate with that empty 3 piece Heys luggage set on the other side of my room that are staring at me. I'll pack tomorrow.