Business savvy + badass

April 19, 2011

Photo Credit: Kelly Hoey

Is a girl crush the same as a role-model?  Insert shrug.  Doesn’t really matter.

Not only is my girl crush business savvy + badass, but she is also an entrepreneur from British Columbia that laughs loudly, thinks strategically, and advises wisely.  As most people often do when they are intrigued by a true role-model, they ask questions.  I naturally had many questions for the ultimate connector, Kelly Hoey, upon my meeting with her.

Where did you begin?

Kelly described her hometown, Victoria, BC, as a “wonderful place to be from. … I was pushed to see the possibilities in the world but I don’t think my parents realized what all the possibilities were themselves.”   After leaving home for law school in Vancouver, Kelly then practiced law at Osler, Hoskin & Harcourt LLP in Toronto.

Had you always wanted to be a lawyer? 

“I didn’t have enough confidence in my math skills to go for a MBA,” Kelly commented.  Although Kelly did not necessarily know she’d pursue a law degree at a young age, she did know that she would pursue a professional degree.

Kelly recalled that there was a three-year period during her law career when she really enjoyed practicing law.  What aligned?    “All of my career needs were met and satisfied during that time,” Kelly commented.

All needs?  Please share.

1.) The firm supported a strong mentor program.

2.) The client management system was developed and accessible – it was a solid network.

3.) There were opportunities to get involved in the firm at every level, whether it was contributing to daily management or volunteer events.

What was the career takeaway from your experience at Osler?

“If I had known myself better then, I would have made better decisions.”  Kelly added, “Career ownership means being clear about what you want in a career and being able to ask an employer the right questions.  You may get answers you don’t like which is OK.  That means it isn’t going to work out. … While at Osler’s firm, I learned when to put my hand up and say, ‘I want to be considered for a job,’ and I learned when to fire myself … when my needs were no longer fulfilled.”

Tell me about New York.

“The people that really know me aren’t surprised I live in NYC.  I can’t imagine not being here.”

Kelly officially became a New Yorker on the day she walked across the street without looking up.  “I still pinch myself every once in a while because I look down Lexington Avenue and there’s the Chrysler Building.  And I live in the same city,” shared Kelly.

We’ll dive into Kelly’s entrepreneurial path in NYC in Part 2.  Patience.

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Falling tide

April 22, 2010

In ’05, I finally removed myself from a relationship that was becoming increasingly restrictive. That night I moved into my studio and felt so many emotions I didn’t know where to start.

So of course I started painting.

The image is called “Swift current on a falling tide”

Being a west coast girl, I see life in coastal metaphors.  I was finally in motion, moving fast into a new phase of my life.

The falling tide refers to the fact that as the tide goes out hidden rocks appear and have to be navigated.

The mask is actually lifted from another painting of mine, but seemed appropriate in that I had put down the perfect woman and wife image and was willing to be messily, grandly, scatteredly, creatively, myself once more.

What a wonderful night that was!

I painted all night and into the dawn and then slept on my studio couch till noon and got up to paint again.

-Art and story by Corinne Paquette-Parker


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Pocket-sized Intuition

June 18, 2009

Your pocket-sized intuition

My pocket-sized intuition is a bridesmaid cake decoration from the '60's. l like her style. To clarify, my mantra is not "always a bridemaid..." That's just silly.

I love a good story.

I just finished Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD, and my head is whirling with wild imagery.  The best bites come from Estés’ story of Vasalisa, the girl who carried her pocket-sized doll while lost in the woods.

The doll is the symbol of what lies buried in humans that is numinous.  It is a small and glowing facsimile of the original Self.  Superficially, it is just a doll.  But inversely, it represents a little piece of soul that carries all the knowledge of the larger soul-Self.

… the doll represents the inner spirit of us as women; the voice of inner reason, inner knowing, and inner consciousness.  The doll is like the little bird in fairy tales who appears and whispers in the heroine’s ear, the one who reveals the hidden enemy  and what to do about it all.  This is the wisdom of the homunculus, the small being within.  It is our helper which is  not seeable, per se, but which is always accessible. …

We feed the deep intuitive self by listening to it and acting upon its advice.  It is a personage in its own right, a magical dollish-sized being which in habits the psychic land of the interior woman.  In this way it is like the muscles in the body.  If a muscle is not used, eventually it withers.  Intuition is exactly like that: without food, without employment, it atrophies.

Feed your doll (Twizzlers and perhaps carrots for the health-conscious) and stick her in your jean pocket.  She’s a sweet reminder that your gut feeling is usually right on target.  We like to conveniently forget that at times.

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I present a self-portrait and story from Kristen Lamb.

“So, your first response might be ‘Aw, poor Kristen with her low self-esteem’ BUT there is a story…

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drawing & story by Kristen Lamb

A few months ago I was on a mostly empty subway car.  A non-homeless, college-aged fellow got on and proceeded to draw caricatures of other people on the train (one between each stop) and would then give it to the person and draw someone else.  I’d watched him do this three times, and each time he moved and sat directly across from the person.  I waited in anticipation!

THEN he moved across from me!  ME!  I tried to be coy and read my book and pretend I didn’t notice, but I kept looking at him and probably looked uncomfortable and awkward, yet excited!  My stop was next, but as I went to get off…. he didn’t give me the drawing!  I was a bit heartbroken and sad.  I feared that he’d drawn a mean scary caricature of my awkward, crazy ‘someone’s watching me on the subway’ face.  Thus, my caricature.”

Thanks for the amazing drawing and story, Kristen!  Hopefully, I’ll meet the same artist on the subway at some point, and I promise, I’ll act just as awkward.  It’s a natural gift of mine.

I’m collecting doodles, drawings, sketches, finger paintings, etc. and stories so please send my way.

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