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Early on in my entrepreneurship journey (read: corporate exodus), my husband and I were invited to an intimate cocktail party at an executive’s home. Excited for the opportunity, we arrived early. My husband? Sparkled. Standing tall in his experience and expertise, he was ready to introduce himself. I? Had just left Regulatory to discover my passion, and didn’t realize how unprepared I was for what would ensue.
Executive:
Kameron told me you’ve ventured out on your own! Testing out the waters of entrepreneurship?
Yasi:
Oh…yes.
Executive:
So, what is it you do now?
As my heart started racing, my mind went into artist escape mode.
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Should I...
Option A:
B-line it to the bar? Guiding our conversation to the closest wine bottle?
Option B:
Call for Kameron? Even if the ship was sinking, at least I had a partner on deck.
Option C:
Inhale an uncomfortably large-sized bite of cheese and crackers to buy myself a couple seconds of solitude?
Option D:
Be the adult professional I knew I was and…answer the question?
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Yasi:
I’m trying my hand at copywriting… It’s been absolutely fascinating.
Her:
Oh! My husband is a copyright lawyer too! If you’re ever looking, he’s actively recruiting.
Kameron came up to me after, curious to see how I’d explained my transition to the creative world.
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Kameron:
How'd it go?
Yasi:
It didn't.
For years my identity had been so tied to my work that introducing my post-corporate musings sent my brain into a system malfunction. Looking back, I had no idea how to articulate who I was becoming…or what I could bring to the table. The writing was on the wall: without work, I had no idea who I was.