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So the other day in a conversation I was acknowledged for my courage. Here is the thing, I don’t particularly think of myself as having courage. I just live my life very inside out. I care less about what people think of me and more about if I am growing.
But as I have continued to reflect on this courage thing, I have come to lots of subtle awarenesses.
A few months back, in a pivotal conversation with a man I respect, I came to understand how men’s disrespect for women can show up in the most subtle of ways. Since I never imagined that I might be disrespected due to my gender, I had never recognized it as such. Suddenly I had a word to put to behaviours that I had experienced from men that previously had just confused me.
As some of you know … on Friday night I went out to the Vancouver Art Gallery Fuse event. I went with friends, there were lots of people of all shapes, sizes and ages, interesting venue, things to do and see all built right in. A perfect place to practise the Lost Art of Flirting. Or so I thought.
