Although many business books have advised it, I’ve never found the nerve to go and get myself a mentor. Something about asking someone to give of their time and wisdom so freely - emphasis on free - causes me to break out in guilty hives.
What I have done, instead, is found myself a handful of role models.
Most of them don’t know that I watch them. And I assure you, that’s not nearly as creepy as it sounds. But it’s accurate. I watch their work from afar, taking note of how they interact with people and the things they are able to create. I’m not getting insider tips, but I’m paying closer attention than most and picking up on tiny details most people miss.
It’s like watching the guy in the back corner of the Broadway show I saw last week. The rest of the audience was captivated by the lead, but I was fascinated by the swinger in the back, hitting every step perfectly despite the fact that 90% of the theater couldn’t even see him.
But I digress. Role models.
I find myself being drawn to women who encourage other women. I find myself following the careers of women who work harder than they have to. I find myself wanting desperately to be like women who take big risks.
In small ways, these women make their mark on my own life. My own career. They inspire me to encourage another writer, even though I’m bogged down with my own deadlines. They are the reason I do more research then I was asked to, because I know it’s necessary to do the job right. They are why I make secret lists of bigger goals than I can admit to in public.
And most of them? Have no idea I’m watching.
And I swear that is not as creepy as it sounds.
What I mean to say is, there are so many women in this world who have an impact on my life and career, and they have no idea.
Do you have role models? Do you think you might be one?
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