Sometimes I feel like there is more than one of me. No, I don’t suffer from multiple personality disorder but I do wear many hats as they say. I am daughter, wife, sister, and friend but most of all I am Mom and Marketer. Many people see me in the schoolyard in my Lululelmons with no make-up and a 5 year old hanging off my arm and they know me as my kids’ mom. That Jen is casual. She doesn’t wear make-up and hangs out a lot at Starbucks. Jen the Marketer is professional, driven, and, despite herself, dresses up (and man does she ever thanks to a shopping trip to a local boutique with her good pal Karen). She, surprisingly, also spends a lot of time at Starbucks 😉
But sometimes it happens that these two Jens collide and it always makes me feel slightly ill at ease. Like today, I was decked out in my new suit (love! see pics below) and off to an important meeting but first I had to drop the kids at school. I wanted to make it quick before someone caught sight of me and wondered what that Jen was doing in the schoolyard. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite pull it off so I had a few comments from people like my daughter’s teacher who said "Wow. You look great!" or "Where are you off to all dolled up?". OK, aside form the fact that I must be looking pretty bad as Mom Jen I felt weird showing up as Jen the Marketer on the other Jen’s turf.
(this pic is particularly bad because I had just come back from a run so be kind)
Jen the Marketer:
(isn’t the new suit AWESOME!) Check out this pic of the necklace up close…love!
Then, to top it all off, I got to my meeting and it turned out I was presenting in front of two moms I knew through my kids! Who was I now? I was dressed like Jen the Marketer but was chatting with these ladies as Mom Jen would about schoolwork, camps, and other mom-related topics.
It is strange, really, because other than the way we dress and our hair and make-up we are, of course, the same person. But for some reason these superficial differences make me feel insecure. I don’t belong in the schoolyard all decked out and I certainly don’t belong at a meeting in my Lulus!