Today I start out on a new adventure. A new job opportunity that takes a personal passion and melds it with daily reality. Not a complete change of course, but really just an evolution of sorts. A new door opening at the top of a very steep hill. After many years spent coordinating everything from Sunday night dinners to full scale weddings for friends, family or anyone who would let me hold a clipboard and look like I was in charge, I've come to a realization. I love events.
Like many educated, motivated women, I can be good at most things I do. But what am I really great at? What excites and challenges me every morning when I wake up? For me, it's every single detail that goes into making any kind of event come together. For me, it's seating arrangements, menu selection, schedule coordination, napkin color. For me, it's the hushed whispers that people exchange when they walk into an event and realize it's going to be better than they expected.
To me, events are more than parties with bite sized appetizers and monogrammed napkins (don't get me wrong, I love me some monogrammed napkins). An event, like a room or a piece of fashion, is something we live our lives in. The art of a great event is that it seamlessly intensifies the special moments of our lives. And in events, like life, we get to continually reinvent ourselves. Tear down and start again, learning from past missteps and building on past victories.
I did not set out in life to coordinate events. Quite the contrary, I was supposed to be something very different. I was supposed to be something very academic, with lots of scientific facts and figures. Except, there was a creative voice inside me somewhere that I could never quite tune out. And as I got older, that voice got stronger, until it was so loud that I could no longer pretend I didn't hear it. Sometimes I like to think that the events just seemed to find me.
So after a short personal hiatus and a cold, hard confrontation with life not always going the way you planned, I'm stepping out the front door again this morning. Picking myself up and dusting myself off, and not shying away from that voice any longer.
What it will turn into, who knows? But for now, I'm grabbing my hat (or chic head scarf), jumping on board (my Vespa that is) and speeding towards this new adventure. I am an event planner.