Big Girls Do Cry H
By MEGAN
MARSH, Special contributor to Mortgage Women Magazine
ow many of you LOVED high school? And I mean really loved it. If I had a time machine and I opened the door to let anyone jump in and go back to: • Braces and pimples; • Awkward kisses; • Homecoming dances to Salt-NPepa’s “shoop shoop shoop”; • Pagers • 90210 But also: • Tears — lots of them! • Your first breakup; • Being grounded; • A friend stabbing you in the back. When I was in high school, I was recruited by a college coach to play field hockey. She told my future teammates that the reason she made me her top priority as a recruit was because during my hometown visit I stepped on another girl’s head (an opponent) with my cleats and kept on running until I scored a goal. Nothing got in my way. I was as fierce as it came. It wasn’t abnormal that during high school games I had to be stopped by a referee and told to not be as aggressive and that I needed to tone it down. I
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Megan Marsh is owner of Keystone Alliance Mortgage
wasn’t like the other ladies out there on the field. “Stop playing so hard,” I was told. When it was game time, I turned the intensity on and turned it up. I ran my competition over if they didn’t move. I had strength, mentally and physically. I was confident in myself, my skill, and my ability. I was prepared to conquer the world if the opportunity was put in front of me.
I was the captain of my D1 team, a natural leader because I didn’t fear a good challenge and I stood by what I believed in. I imagine now that this was the reason my father was so concerned about me when I had my first breakup and breakdown. I was inconsolable! I don’t think I stopped crying for three days. Now, none of you ladies can relate to this, can you? It was unusual for my family to see me so vulnerable and upset. In an attempt to fix the situation my younger sister did what any loving little sister would do. With the hope of pulling on my ex-boyfriend’s heart strings, she called and read my ex-boyfriend’s entries from my journal! It worked. We got back together a few days later. No more tears … for now. I am the same way with everything I take on in life. At my business, I walk through the doors and I am all business. I’m focused, I’m sincere, and I’m determined to help people. I don’t have time to chit-chat at the water cooler. I don’t talk about people behind their backs and I can go to bed at night knowing, if I never wake up and I meet my God, that I have given
