Last week I was invited to attend a purse auction for charity. I’ve been to charitable events where auctions were held and they were usually fun. I don’t mind spending a little money for a good cause. However, I imagined a purse auction would be the height of snobbery, involving a variety of bags from designers I didn’t know and couldn’t afford. So, I didn’t RSVP.
Then a co-worker called and asked if I would attend with her. For some reason I immediately agreed to go. On my way to pick her up, the only thoughts that went through my mind were, What was I thinking? Not only will I be out of place sporting my $10 handbag, since I didn’t RSVP I’m crashing the gala.
Once she got in the car, we realized that we both shared the same thoughts. So, we decided: We’ll stay for five minutes. Then if we want to, we will leave. To our chagrin we pulled up to the location fashionably early. I think we were the second to arrive. So much for leaving after five minutes.
When we walked in the door, we were greeted by the woman who invited us. That made us a bit more comfortable. We then saw another friend, who said, “Let me give you the tour and show you how this works.”
We hadn’t realized that she had coordinated much of the event. I even knew a few other people there.
The purses were purchased by a woman who bought them as she visited places around the world. I don’t think there was one designer label in the bunch. As I looked at the purses, they each had their own style and were quite interesting. There was both a silent auction and a live auction. The auctioneer (the purse collector) had never run an auction before, so it was quite comical. After saying, “Each purse has a story. This one….” She then said, “The minimum bid is $100.00. Does anyone want to bid $100.00?”
A woman raised her number high.
“Yes, we have $100.00. That’s a great price. The next purse…”
A woman behind her whispered, “Ask about $110.00.”
“Ohh,” she said, “one hundred and ten dollars…”
After a few purses were sold, the auctioneer got the hang of it, and I was enjoying myself.
At the event I mentioned to another friend that I was seeking a certain opportunity. She happened to know the decision-maker and after the event, I received an unsolicited recommendation from her.
And, I got the gig.
What a gift! And to think, I almost didn’t attend because the event was outside of my comfort zone.
It only takes a five-minute commitment to move outside your comfort zone and you may find that you like it on the other side.