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A door opens…

The strangest thing happened yesterday. I was walking to my car after a shift at one of my part time gigs. I get in my car, turn the key, adjust the volume on Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill and look to my left to see a dude standing at my car. He taps on my window telling me “You hit my car.” and pointed to his side mirror. I thought of rolling down my window but decided to get out of my car – high off the power of Alanis I guess. I open my door and ask him what he said. “You hit my car! Look!”. So I look, and see a white mark on his side mirror – my car is dark blue – an important bit of info. if I do say so myself. I tell him “I don’t think so.”. He keeps pointing and repeating I hit his mirror. So I open my car door all the way, and there is a 1/2 inch space between my door and his mirror, no contact made. So I say “See, I couldn’t have hit your mirror.”, to which he tries to see if his mirror moved, which it had not. “Well, I felt something! I was sitting in my car and I felt something hit my car!” to which I said, with a shaking voice, “I don’t know what you felt, but it wasn’t me.” as I showed him, one more time, my door did not make contact with his mirror. I told him to have a good rest of the day, got in my car and drove off.

As I was driving home, something wasn’t sitting right. Not that I had done anything wrong, that once I had proved the fact I had not hit his mirror, that wasn’t good enough. I had physical and visual proof that I had not hit his mirror and that didn’t matter. He kept trying to get me to believe his false accusation. I realized my shaking voice wasn’t fear or anxiety, I was astonished that at 54 years old, with proof backing up my claim, a man younger than me still thought he was in the right and had the upper hand in some delusional way. It’s 2026 and we as women are still dealing with this shit. Before any of you tell me I’m making too much of this – if that’s what you believe, you are part of the problem. Think about it, if I was a dude, and the other driver even thought to confront the issue, and I proved my door did not make contact, there is a 95% chance the next words would have been, “My bad bro. Sorry about that.”. I call bullshit.

I got home and told my daughter about it, and one of the first things said was “so many women would have just gone along with it out of fear or anxiety of the situation.”. … and that pissed me off even more. Not pissed off at my daughter, pissed off at the world. Pissed off for all the women and girls in the world. This is not the world I thought they’d be living in. I realized while speaking with my daughter that I had made a conscious decision in the parking lot to keep my car door between me and the Master of the side mirror. When women leave the house or the work place, we have to be sure we have our keys, not only to not be locked out of our house or car, so we can put them between our fingers in case someone gets too close. We have to cross the street when a man walks too close, to see if he follows us, and have our phone ready to call someone if needed. We carry our phones and have fake conversations so others see we are not truly alone. All these influencers that say to get out in nature without your phone, like where? In our back yard? I could go on and on about what women have to do, and before you get all up in my business with “not all men!” , you are correct. It’s not all men. My husband, my father, my nephews, many of my friend’s husbands, my neighbours are wonderful men and people. That being said, here’s a thought. If it isn’t all men – why are women taught self defense, how to stay safe on the street, in the work place, in your home? Why is it that if you are being assaulted, we are told to yell “FIRE!” to be sure to get attention of passer’s by? Something to ponder.

I don’t know what made me stand my ground. I don’t know what made me get out of the car and prove my point. Maybe it was the spirit of dear Gloria Steinem or the spirit of all the strong women who came before me standing by me. Maybe it was my self defense teachings becoming a natural response, I don’t know, it just felt like the natural thing to do, and I’m proud that I did it.

One of the first things I was taught in self defense class was – if the person is a person of good intent, they’ll apologize for making you feel inferior, scared, etc. . If their intention is not good – don’t worry if you offended them for standing up for yourself. Plain and Simple.

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What are you going to do?

The shop is closing. The signs are on the windows. The stock is marked down to clear. Customers and clients are walking in with surprise, wondering what is happening. Shelves are clearing and being removed from the sales floor, so I can see why people may feel worry or concern. “Where will I get my products?”, “What the hell?!”, “Why is this happening?!” are many of the questions asked, usually with a pout, sometimes with a shout. Yes, a shout – those are always a good time. After I explain that the owner has decided to close I get the all too popular question “What are you going to do?”… a question posed to yours truly at least 30 times a day for the past 14 days. Before I get a chance to answer, more often than not, I hear “Guess you’re out of job huh?”, “All you can do is this, so now what are you going to do?” or my all time favorite “Wow. Sure wouldn’t want to be you right now.”.

I get it. For most, their workplace closing it’s doors would be devastating. It’s a scary thing, the unknown. Household budgets are affected, vacations put on hold, major purchases moved to the back burner once more. Good thing for me that I choose to see it as an invitation to a party that I have always wanted to attend. Funny thing – when I explain this to the women I speak with, many of them say “Oh, I see. You don’t have to work.”. Hmmm. Interesting. To be clear, I do need to work, to contribute to my home and my family. Most importantly, to contribute to myself. Since the news of the shop’s closure, I have found the last piece of my confidence that was hiding on me – a sneaky little sucker that kept eluding me. I am once again thinking outside the box, a place I am most comfortable. I have faced fears and have done things I thought I never could do. Like what you ask? Driving to Toronto. Yes. I was afraid of driving into Toronto. I admit it. I feel no shame. Guess what? I slayed that dragon last week. As my hubby told me “You didn’t just drive to Toronto, you drove into the heart of the dragon!”. Thanks to my trusty Nav. system, the support of my loved ones and choosing to listen to the “you can!” instead of the “you can’t!” record playing in my mind, I did it. …and am going to do it again, and again and again.

For those of you reading my tale today that may be in the same boat as yours truly, or facing a major life change and are standing at the crossroads, I am here to tell you that no matter what, everything will be fine. Sooner or later, it all works out. Do what it is you have always wanted to do. Do the work. Be consistent. Be present. Do what you have to do until you get to do what you want to do. I am also here to tell you to stop listening to the negative nellies out there. Refuse to let their nasty remarks enter into your mind, let them roll off your back. Let their fears be their own, do not let their fears become yours. What people say to you says more about them than it does about you. Plain and simple.

For those familiar with my tales, you know that I know that I am not “just” a girl standing in a shop. I am not “just” the manager. I am not “just” anything. Neither are you. Remember that. …and this gem from Mr. Anthony Robbins,