"There By The Grace of G-d Go I!"
Tonight, Saturday, March 29 at 6:30 p.m.
An excerpted reflection from “Hot Pants, Motorcycles and K Street”
Spring, 1985
“Hitting
It Big And Kissing It Good-by” has, recently, been featured on the front page of
the Washington Post. And, I have been invited to speak at a luncheon hosted by
the First Women’s Bank of Maryland. My
presentation topic will derive from that newsworthy article of the times.
Always,
my entire adulthood, I am exquisitely able to make connections between what I have
to offer and how that, somehow, taps into the world around me. I am to achieve
this, again, for this luncheon, if I can figure out how.
The
luncheon is to include thirty to forty key Washington women executives. I am to
be the guest of honor and key note speaker.
My presentation will draw upon my four year study of women and relationship and personality addictions. I have just recently completed it in the Women Studies Department at the University of Maryland, College Park.
My presentation will draw upon my four year study of women and relationship and personality addictions. I have just recently completed it in the Women Studies Department at the University of Maryland, College Park.
(In
1988 this research will become the foundation for my book publishing contract with Random House.)
For
weeks I have been fretting about this speaking engagement; wanting to do it,
wanting not to do it. My best friend, Marv Brooks, recently dismissed, prominent disc jockey of the WPGC Good Guys has been coaching me through my
angst.
Now we
are getting down to the wire; the luncheon only days away.
I have
my costume prepared; a lovely designer fashion suit by Laura Ashley. An elegant
blouse, patent leather pumps and a cameo pin of my mother’s to set out off my professional
refinement.
However,
as the luncheon date grows closer, my resistance builds.
Two
days before, as near tears as I ever get, I lament my awaiting fate in making
this presentation. (It would be healthier if I did cry more but knowing this is
still years away.)
Mostly,
I think I do not want to do this speaking engagement.
I am
feeling compromised, feeling as if I am compromising myself.
It is
twelve years since I left my “hot pants, motorcycles and K Street” life behind
with glorious relief. And a cache of
teachable moments upon which I will intermittently reflect forever after.
Now I
am faced with approaching a re-entry point. Everything inside of me screams not
to cross over it, even the approach to it.
Spring, 2014
Almost thirty years later, my approach-avoidance
tension continues still.
I am,
once again, approaching a re-entry point back into the heart of the D.C. fast
track.
Once
again, I am anxious; to do or not to do? That is the question.
Other questions
hover over that one:
How to BE and DO with integrity and integration, if one even approaches that game? A
tricky challenge lies within the Capitol Beltway, even for the best of us.
The
saga of this quandary; approach-avoidance insofar as it relates,
metaphorically, to K Street; will it, perhaps, last my entire lifetime without
full resolution?
I ask
myself this: questioning myself. Questions,
too, about you – and – “us.”
I
wonder at this, with puzzlement,watching the red-bellied woodpecker, pecking away at my bird feeder. As I
sit here at my desk in “the serenity of the New Horizons Harpers Retreat Center”
with the tragedy of L Wren Scott tugging at my heart and my mind.
If
nothing else, an incident such as this triggers contemplation. For me,
there is much else!
I am
trying to sort out what it is in me that is effected by this tragedy, hoping to
clarify the point soon.
This
shocking, horrific ending to what seemed to be a beautiful, got it all, life.
It
brings into bold relief, who I once was, who I am now and how I got from there
to here.
By Sunday, March 30 I hope to broadcast some of what I discover to conect the dots, from this, of me and the world around me. I hope you will join me on The Anastasia The Storyteller Radio Show.
Our topic will be: There By The Grace of G-d Go I!
For me, a most appropriate day, March 30, 2014; the one hundredth birthday of my father (deceased), the man who handed me the "lean in" legacy by the way he lived his life.
To be continued.