The other day a colleague mentioned that his very successful athlete daughter has a hard time in one area. Namely, she often has a target on her back. I winced. I wiggled my nose. I whispered a non-helpful answer. Then, I laughed and noted that is sadly not unique to her. I, for example, have had many targets on my back. Sometimes it may even feel like the dress I have on is coated in gasoline waiting to be ignited. That’s obviously a bit extreme on my part. But it can surely feel that way in key moments. I’m sure most of us have felt in such a way at one point in time.
And, it seems that with social media we add more and more targets onto ourselves. Sadly, this we truly do to ourselves. We can opt out of social media. We can opt out of sharing our opinions. We can opt out of wading into an area outside our lane, expertise, or comfort level. But what would be the fun in that?
Here’s my take on the gasoline dress. I make sure to have on a really nice pair of 6-inch heels. I’ll look good. I know how to run in heels. And, I can very quickly take them off and swat soneone away.