In March (2016), I told two friends about this idea I had for an art exhibit made out of handwritten task lists from women. I was dreaming about it at night. I was daydreaming about it. I was scribbling notes in my journal when ideas came to me. For. Months.
Admittedly, I was a little nervous telling anyone other than my awesome husband who took a vow to love me no matter what loopy ideas came out of my mouth. Now, you might be wondering why on Earth I be nervous to tell two friends that I wanted to make some art.
I temporarily came down with a case of Imposter Syndrome.
If you cracked my noggin open at the time, this is what you would have heard from my Itty Bitty Shitty Committee: Uhh, Kara, who do you think you are? We don't think any of your education or experience entitles you to make any form of art. We'll concede that you're a great problem-solver, but c'mon, a large-scale art exhibit? You're an outsider at best and a dope at worst. Plus, do you know how many actual lists you'll need to collect to create what you've been mega-audaciously envisioning? Yeah, like 33,000. With everything going on in their lives, do you really think women around the world are going to stop what they're doing for like 5 minutes to mail you their actual task list? Get real. They are all going to silently judge and deem you to be a completely ridiculous idiot. [End scene.]
Perhaps, you've experienced something similar whilst precariously dipping your toe outside of your comfort zone. Well, it's a damn good thing I meditate on the daily. It gives me space to reflect on what fear-based recommendations my Itty Bitty Shitty Committee voted on, veto them as necessary, and choose to act from a place other than fear.
So, I told fabulous femmes Angela and Sally. I told them how much excitement and creativity this idea generated in me. I told them how aligned it felt with my mission, my big Why, my North Star or whatever the fuck you want to call it - to create a vital corps of assertive women boldly living lives spiked with passion and slathered with joy. Guess what? They instantly showered me with excitement, ideas and support. As I slowly told more friends and family, I got even more support. (Thank you!)
Since I soft-launched The 33k Task List Project in the June email to my tribe, I have certainly received some Nos (or just heard crickets instead of any response) from some women. As the French say n'importe quoi (literally means no matter what, but used more like an umphy don't-give-a-shit whatever). These days, I'm squarely focused on the sisters who have said hell yeah, tossed their task lists in the mail and have shared the project with the women in their lives.
To date, 50 lists have arrived from women in the United States, Australia, France, Sweden and the United Kingdom.
The magic, the connection, the inspiration, the collection - it's all happening. My Itty Bitty Shitty Committee is kinda speechless.