At the tender age of 21, the WI was by far the scariest. All those old women. (I am now the same age and snort in the face of that youthful arrogance)
But off I went. I delivered my carefully prepared and researched presentation. I asked for questions. Lots of hands went up. But they were all the same question. Where did I get my dress? Did they sell it in-store? (I can’t remember now but it was beautiful and no, it wasn’t from the store where I worked)
A few things strike me about this tale
First of all, I delivered a presentation based on what I wanted to say, not what they needed to hear and therefore it didn’t connect.
Secondly, how cool was my boss? He knew that to progress I needed to be able to speak well to groups. He knew that this needed not just practice but exposure and he was proactive in creating those opportunities for me.
He wasn’t the perfect boss, but I am truly grateful for this nurturing.
Do you agree?