The other day I was introduced as a true renaissance woman. I was somewhat taken aback by the description and if it had come from anyone other then the guy stating it, I may have been insulted or considered it sarcastic.
He then reeled off the many hats I have worn. And yes I have. Sometimes I am a little embarrassed about the many avenues I have walked yet I have done so in the pursuit to take care of myself and for years my daughter and me. I learned early on that if one thing was not working to take a different path and try something new. Sometimes things, careers, conditions just demand a change. Change brings fear to many and it has to me yet I have made many, many changes and each time found something good along the path.
Met new people. Some I liked, some marched to a different beat then me. The view though was always interesting because to make changes, to try something new, is a learning experience. One has to step out of themselves to do so. Suppress the fear and move on.
So I guess I should be flattered to be called a renaissance woman. It seems so gothic to me though. As though I should be sporting some incredible flowing velvet garment with feathers in my hat. I do think there is a bit of renaissance in all of us. That if we look with new eyes we can try something else. We can venture into a new territory and succeed. Life sometimes demands that or sometimes offers the change. We must be aware and willing to seize the opportunity for a new beginning and then perhaps identify the renaissance in ourself. It is really a very rich, abundant, joyous description and now grateful for being considered a renaissance woman.
To new beginnings. To renaissance.