How A Mob Transformed Me

This space has brought me many opportunities. This place has lived up to it’s name. I can look back on myself in the last few years and see the evolution. The growth into the person I want to be. Does all the credit go to Evolving Mommy. Probably not, but I know that without Evolving Mommy I would not have had the chances to push my growth as I have since October of 2008.

This last week I attended a large conference focused on blogging and social media. Generally I do not talk about blogging in this space. This space is about transforming motherhood. You come here to learn, grow and laugh with me – or at me – and have a little taste of “don’t worry you are so not alone on this crazy ride called motherhood.” I wasn’t even planning on bringing up this conference, but something happened.

Along with all the taking a deep breath and pushing my shyness to the side, taking leaps of confidence and putting myself out there I did something that the Catherine of the past probably would not have done. I danced with a group of women in the middle of lunch. I danced in a flash mob to be exact. Something that I didn’t realize should have been on my life list all along. Something I probably would have always enjoyed but always avoided for fear of me messing up or people actually watching me or both.

It might sound silly to say but it was a magical experience. After all I have always been the girl who didn’t play sports even though she had plenty of athletic ability because she was so freaked out but the idea of – gasp! – people actually watching her. Oh the horror of actually being seen – or worse – judged. You can ask my very lovely, very patient, and very supportive roommates – Jen and Rachel who let me drag them back to the room before lunch because I needed to practice more – those same insecurities followed me all the way up until the music was playing in the lunch area and there was nothing left to do but wait for my queue to rise from my seat and join in.

Did I magically morph into a fearless chick in those 3 minutes of dancing glory? No, but I’m one step closer and I feel a whole lot stronger.