I’m giving a talk in Nashville this weekend at HT Live! The topic is identity alignment and authenticity, so that has been much on my mind these last days. I wrote about it here. A topic like authenticity forces the speaker to confront her own inconsistencies (okay, even hypocrisies). As the talk gets closer, I think, “I’m a fraud.” I think, “I’m no expert.” My confidence starts to tank.
This is the moment when I remind myself of the manner in which men claim expertise in so many domains without a second thought. I recall interviewing Jane Blalock for my book, Run Like A Girl: How Strong Women Make Happy Lives. She’s a former golf pro who, among other things, offers golf clinics for women. She told me how women come to her to brush up on their golf game, because they are worried about a business-networking event. Only to discover, the men are not nearly as good golfers as they claim to be.
Lack of confidence plagues women from puberty. How Puberty Kills Girls’ Confidence, in a recent issue of The Atlantic, covers a range of studies that expose the inflection point, somewhere between 12 and 14-years old, when girls’ sense of self worth plummets. Interestingly, one of the things girls say is this, “I feel that if I acted like my true self that no one would like me.”
Girls think that if they are authentic, then no one will like them. No wonder I’m having confidence issues around this speaking topic! It’s a double whammy. Because, as The Atlantic points out, once girls’ confidence gets killed off, it often never rebounds back to the same level as boys’ and men’s. I remember my father once saying to me that he didn’t understand why I wasn’t more confident. He told me that his memories of me as a child were of a happy, outgoing, even brash little girl. He was right. And he had missed the moment that went south.
Lest I get the idea that at least things have gotten better for girls than in my day, there’s social media to thwart progress. As the article points out: There’s no distance anymore—only constant, instant, and public condemnation or praise.
What to do? I go to my Tuesday morning aerial Pilates class and I don’t give up on the push-ups-in-plank series as I usually do. I go for a run Thursday morning and push a little harder than usual. I literally recoup my confidence through the strength of my own body. I run into my mojo. As if it’s somewhere out there, ahead of me and I just need to catch up to my own confidence, my own better self.
The Atlantic article says this: Some of the most compelling data links participation in sports to professional success. A study from the accounting firm EY and espnW, ESPN’s women’s site, found that 94 percent of the women currently with C-suite jobs in the U.S. played competitive sports. It’s not only through athletics that young girls can gain confidence; sport is simply an organized and easily available opportunity to experience loss, failure, and resilience.
I never played competitive team sports and I came late to competing in running races and triathlons and cross-country ski marathons and such. But even my belated participation has been a boon in my life.
I know. Sports aren’t enough. And sometimes our sports aren’t available, because we’re injured. I’ve been there, many times! But when we have sports in our toolbox of confidence-builders, what a loyal friend. Getting red in the face resets my perspective. Sweat exhales bad energy. And those endorphins are an excellent, non-prescription, chemical pick-me-up.
Do I feel 100% go-get-em about my talk now? Not quite. But I’m focusing on the final preparation now, instead of my right to be at the front of the room. I belong there.
Uh oh, I’m backsliding. Even writing those last couple of sentences and stating my self-worth feels nerve wracking.
Do you have these crises of confidence? How do we pitch in to make things better for girls?
4 thoughts on “Running into my mojo”
At the beginning of every semester I doubt my ability to teach. Every time I apply for a university job I assume I won’t get an interview because I don’t have my PhD and research experience. We all have doubts about our expertise from time to time, but rushing head first into it always puts me at ease. I just think, why NOT me? And the list is usually short enough to pull it together and do what I need to do. Maybe that’s our next campaign? #Why NOT me? I hope that your nerves settle!
Oh gosh—I love that idea.
You’ve got this! It is such a common problem. I have female colleagues who don’t think they are ready to compete for a promotion (they totally are). I have a set of beads I carry to meditate on and remind myself that I am a confident, competent woman before big meetings (I’m a senior executive in my field, and I have been doing this literally for decades). My daughter is the co-captain of an ultimate team that requires players to rank their skills to sort out teams (matching skill levels). A new guy, who had never played before, ranked himself higher and told her that he was good, even though he didn’t even know the rules. Her “revenge” was to make the top level of her university ultimate team. Her growing confidence in her own abilities inspires me every day.
A sweet revenge.
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