I’ve often said that life is too short for me to satsify my vast interests.  I love stretching my boundaries, learning new skills, and discovering hidden strengths.  But walking the catwalk in a local fashion show was never on my radar. 

When my husband and I were asked to model for a school fundraiser, my adamant response was, “not in a million years.”  In contrast, my husband thought it would be fun.  Really?  Being on center stage under bright lights with hundreds of eyes staring at me is not my idea of fun.  Still, I agreed to particpate.   This is the reason….

Long ago I promised myself that I would never make a decision based on fear.  Fear can compel us to do – or not do – a thing under the guise of safety.  But too often, fear is an inaccurate dramatist.  Visions of horrifying outcomes on both sides of the coin keep us up at night and cloud the possibility of making an informed and calm decision.  If only we could place a muzzle on the voice of fear long enough to hear ourselves think.

Examining my reasons for not wanting to participate in the aforementioned fashion show, I realized that all of them were based on fear – fear of humiliating myself, fear of harsh judgment, fear of high-heeled shoes…You get the idea.  Once fear was exposed as the primary motivator in my decision, I could grab it by the neck and strangle it.  Kicking its lifeless form aside, I saw no remaining obstacles.  I had the time, the desire to help, and a willing partner.  With no viable reason to decline, I took on my first modeling job as a middle-aged mother.

Had I let fear decide for me, I would have missed out on a very fun experience – one that challenged me to rise above my perceived limitations.  Had I refused to take part, could I - in good conscience - teach young girls to believe in their potential and boost their self-esteem by taking positive risks?

One never outgrows the need to evolve as a person.  We are never done expanding our potential – unless we purposely block it.  I encourage you, no matter your age, to leave your comfort zone.  I’d bet a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps that you’ll meet a stronger version of yourself out there.