It took me three weeks to gather enough courage to walk into the Liberty Tax office after first spotting the advertisement for costumed wavers.
Get Paid To Wave, the headline read. How many times had I passed these animated statues and imagined what I could bring to the streets in that costume? It was a ridiculous daydream. I’d be laughed out of my family. What respect would be left within my professional circles? Friends would ask each other, “What happened to her?”
But the idea continued to intrigue me as I stared at the job posting. The audition was that day, only hours away. I’m not that spontaneous. I needed more time to think about it. Did I really want to stand on a street corner during the coldest months of the year wearing a silly costume and holding a sign? I left the computer to take the dog for a walk, and as soon as I stepped outside, cold air slapped me in the face. The 12-degree wind-chill chased me around the block, clawing through my jacket and nipping at whatever exposed flesh it could reach.
Call it an epiphany, but I had my answer in an instant. NO. Of course I didn’t want to stand on a street corner during the coldest months of the year wearing a silly costume and holding a sign. Well, that settles that. I ran back into the house and spent the next 30 minutes wrapped in a blanket, still wearing my hat and scarf.
The next week I saw the job advertised again.
Just as the freaky, 70-degree January temperatures started luring coastal Virginia residents into a false sense of security, I too started to warm up to the idea of waving again. Call us both schizophrenic.
I randomly brought it up in conversation – even posted the idea in a facebook status, fishing for opinions and reactions. I think most assumed it was in jest. I received a range of responses from halfhearted support to cautionary advice to flat out, “Hell, no!” Turned out my old friend, Mother Nature wanted to throw her two-cents in by offering up some damp, chilly, sideways drizzle just in time for my trip to the supermarket. I could barely stand her spitting in my face for the short time it took to load my groceries in the car. I dove into the front seat feeling like I had walked through a Slurpee.
I was seriously considering standing in that for more than two minutes? With a smile on my face? Clearly poor weather was at the top of my list of cons for Professional waver. And so another week passed with my dismissing the opportunity.
Throughout this entire decision making process I had one dear friend who never made a negative remark. She listened to my ideas, my concerns, my vision. She appreciated the humor of the situation, and we shared a lot of laughs and jokes over the thought of me working the streets, but never a word of caution did she offer. Instead she encouraged me. She thought it was great idea – a little wacky and off-the-wall, but she saw the potential. She inspired me.
“You need to do this,” she said. “It’s so you!”
From that day forward I concentrated only on the positive. It completely changed my attitude, and I became very excited about all the possibilities and the goals I would set.
It was finally time to walk into that tax office with confidence. After all the rationalizing, doubting and wavering, I walked through the doors of Liberty Tax Service, asked for an application and scheduled an audition for a chance to become a Lady Liberty Waver.
This time nobody, not even Mother Nature, was going to talk me out of it.
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