I MC’d an event.. And all I can think is what the F*$@ just happened?!
What up Hustlers!
Happy freakin’ Monday. Bit of a change on flippin’. Why? ‘Cause today I’m feeling freakin’ awesome.
Fashion Week all went by in a blur. From the runway to the after party, like last year, it was all go.
If you follow me on Facebook and Instagram, you’ll know that this year, I decided to opshop all of my outfits. This was a plan that this made me a little nervous.. Why? Because fashion and opshops aren’t two things that are typically paired together.
I’ll admit, I was worried about what people might think. I was worried that some might see it as a bit of a joke. I was worried about standing out in a bad way.
But in the end, in part due to time and money restraints, I decided to just go for it.
And I have absolutely no regrets.
Firstly, opshopping is something I know and love. I’ve been doing it since I was 16. For me, opshopping is synonymous with the hustle, because you have to be savvy. You have to think outside the square. You have to commit. You have to take a few risks.
Secondly, I saved money. Lots of money.
Thirdly, I put pressure on myself by committing to finding six full outfits – and in doing so, I was forced out of my normal opshop comfort zone, and had to get just a little more creative in order to achieve that goal.
And fourthly – no one seemed to mind at all.
What’s that statistic about worrying about things that never end up happening?
If you haven’t seen the video demonstrating how each outfit came together, check it out for some inspo here! One of the outfits even featured on Stuff! Let me know which look is your fave in the comments.
Fast forward to today, and upon reflection, this last week has also been up there with being a little bit crazy mad insane.
In case you missed the Facebook post, last Thursday I travelled down to Wellington. Why? Because on Friday, I was booked to MC an event.
Yup. I was travelled for work. Air New Zealand style (‘will definitely have a coffee and a cookie, thanks so much, what a luxury’). A momentous day in the hustle indeed.
The event I was booked to MC was ‘Young Apprentice of the Year’, so I was going to have to speak in front of a room full of tradies. In the lead up, I chatted to all my building mates, and got the inside on some of the lingo, quips and apprentice pranks. Cups of tea, sweeping, port-a-loos etc. Know your audience, right?
During the day on Friday, despite my better judgement, I was the most nervous I’ve ever been. The entire day, I felt sick and shaky and tense and anxious and had to think about breathing and had a lump in my throat. I pictured myself fainting and having to ask someone else to take over and started wondering why I ever wanted to MC in the first place. I thought about feigning sickness, about purposefully breaking my leg, about eating raw chicken just so I didn’t have to do this thing that every cell in my body seemed to be telling me I couldn’t.
That feeling sucks. And it sucks even more when it sits with you relentlessly for 6 hours straight. It was a long day indeed.
I turned up to location ready for soundcheck. Two hours before go time. After meeting the people involved and getting stuck in by helping to set up the room, I felt a little more relaxed, a little more in control of my nerves.
A bit of distraction can be a wonderful thing.
20 minutes before people were due to arrive, I went and got changed into my dress. I looked in the mirror and stared myself in the eyes. I took a few deep breaths. Did a power pose. Started to think rationally. Started to self talk like I was a rockstar.
5.15, people started arriving. 5.45, I was on. Into it. On stage. In charge of the room.
With MCing, you’re in for a marathon not a sprint. And I knew that if I let my nerves get the better of my at any point, I would be done for.
So how did I counter this terrifying thought? By consistently reminding myself that this event wasn’t about me. It was about the people involved. The proud parents, trainers and bosses. The organizers, event staff and sponsors. It was about the apprentices who had worked so hard to be there, to get to this point.
And that shifted my nerves, shifted my anxieties, shifted my focus from doing a good job for me, to doing a good job for them.
And that’s something I could get on board with.
As part of the night, I had to read out a blurb about each of the 23 entrants which meant I was talking on stage for about 20 minutes straight. As I said, marathon not a sprint! About a third of the way through the entrants, I read out a name, and a pocket of the audience went nuts. Here was a group of people who were so proud of this guy, so excited by his achievement, that it nearly made me flippin’ tear up.
I proceeded to read the blurb about him, and could literally feel the pride that was radiating from that group of supporters. They were hanging on my every word, taking it all in, listening intently to the positive feedback this guy had been given.
That moment really took me outside of myself and drew me into the purpose of the evening. It made me realize what it’s really all about, and it’s a moment that I’ll carry with me into every awards event I do from here on in.
This guy didn’t end up winning, and I’m certain he’ll be disappointed, but he had the opportunity to be celebrated and congratulated and honoured in front of his friends and family – and, whether he won or not, that will be something he’ll never forget – and it’ll definitely be something his proud supporters won’t forget!
I did a great job that night. Of course, it wasn’t perfect, and not everything went according to plan, but it was awesome and I’ll take my lessons into the next one.
I left feeling proud of the participants, the trainers, the bosses, the organizers. I left with a few compliments in the bank, a few things to work on for next time. I left having impressed a crowd who may not have expected much from me. I left feeling ridiculously proud of myself for handling it, for doing it, for enjoying it.
I left feeling excited for the future.
Hustlers, this is what it’s all about. Feel the fear, and do it anyway – because it’s only when we get out of the comfort zone that we realize the limits we have – only exist because we impose them on ourselves.
Hustle on. Because, whatever happens next – honestly, truly – you’ll handle it.
You really do got this.