as i ambled home this evening following a brisk jaunt around the seawall in downtown vancouver (thank you miss laurel richardson for the company and conversations!), i found myself negotiating the quaint cobblestone street on west 3rd avenue, contemplating whether to start making dinner and cleaning the house or to get rolling on laundry when i returned home (yes, happy dreary wednesday, vancouver). when looking to cross arbutus, i paused briefly to allow a gleaming beacon of rain safety (read: cab) to roll through a stop sign and down the ominous, rain soaked hill. ever so cautiously, i stepped into the street, nearly in front of an suv that i assumed had seen my obnoxiously green, yellow and white plaid (italicized for intentional emphasis) running jacket. wrong move.
had i not performed a slight stutter step, 'driver' would have flattened by plaid ass.
now, granted, it was nearly pouring. street lights and loud outer wear should not excuse the near miss that occurred. but, my lesson learned while walking away from that nearly fateful intersection was not about rain awareness and safe driving/crossing the street. it's about consistency.
i didn't lash out. i didn't kick his car, throw my used tupperware at his fender, or stand in the middle of the road stringing together colorful language in only partially sensical order. i simply stopped, adjusted my approach to the intersection, and moved on when it was safe and clear to do so. and, in walking away from that moment, i realized how a simple reminder of the importance of consistency fully grounded me in that instance.
yesterday evening, at a networking event put on by networkinginvan.com (thanks Jen, again, for hosting such a great session!), some of the speakers touched on what consistency means in our personal brands, and how to ensure that our representation remains uniform across all channels we connect through. and, taking that conversation offline, that the why you show up and what you stand for in your face to face connections and how you interact with different environments (ie: cobble stone street near misses) ultimately speaks to that brand.
so, next time a freak out seems appropriate, i'll make sure i think twice. i'll continue to ask myself 'if this was something in 'US Weekly', would my mom be proud of me?' or 'is this what i want to represent?'. because freaking out in the middle of kitsilano could cost me some of that consistency.....and tupperware, depending on how far i end up throwing it.