Feminine Energy from Moms In a Bar
As a single dad raising children half-time for ten years now, I sometimes forget how much I miss daily feminine energy. There's something decidedly different about the way women go through life. The moms I know tend to be more compassionate than the dads, more interested in building connections with other families, quicker to empathize, more in tune with each other's emotions, etc.
When I'm not dating, I do have some contact with women. There are the moms on the soccer sideline watching our kids play. There are school moms, but honestly, when my kids hit middle school the volunteer opportunities became fewer and fewer. (Trust me, my teens don't want me chaperoning any dances.) I also have sisters-in-law I can talk with on the phone, and I interact daily with women in the blogosphere.
But I'm pretty sure none of those women in my life, besides my dating prospects, would dare join me for vodka martinis in a bar on a Friday night.
All that changed at a writers conference this past weekend.
I've been to writers conferences before, and there were always far more women than men. We didn't bond much beyond lunch, mainly because many of them were married and didn't feel comfortable hanging out in a bar with a single dad like me.
But this past weekend I attended a writers workshop. (Rocky Mountain Moms Blog writer Brie Doyle was there, too!) Rather than just sit and listen to lectures, we pitched our novels to the group. I don't know whether that attracted a different breed of attendee, or if getting up in front of a group and baring your soul for ten minutes made us all feel more vulnerable.
Whatever the reason, the women I met at this workshop were quite happy to party their asses off with me. (Note to husbands: rest assured, your wives left the bar well before me.)
Used to be, when I was around a big group of women, I'd feel melancholy due to the lack of feminine energy in my life. But this time, due to the way these women interacted with me, I drew strength.
After a long first day, we hit a bar for happy hour. A group of women, mostly moms, were having such a good time at a nearby table, I didn't want to miss out. I inserted myself squarely into the mix. And guess what - they didn't mind a bit! Here it was Friday night, and I was hanging out in a bar with married moms I'd just met.
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