19/03/2026
My high school psychology teacher was obsessed with The Simpsons. Every class involved a deep psychological analysis of a Simpson’s character’s behaviour.
At the end of year 12, he gave out a Simpsons-themed award to each student.
I was the last one in the class to be called up.
Anxious, petite and desperate to put 100 kms between my and my peers, I shuffled up to his desk. With my head down, avoiding all eye contact, he said, “You get the Maggie Simpson Award. Kara, you’re the dark horse. Quiet and unassuming. No one knows what you’ll do. But one day, you’ll surprise us all.”
Two decades later (and maybe a fraction more 😉) those words are still lodged in my head.
Until I was 30ish, I was always seen as the quiet one. The meek one. The eager-to-please one.
Over the years, I’ve shed those labels and let parts of me come out.
But a friend and mentor recently said to me, “You’re way smarter and more brilliant than you let anyone know.”
It was a firm, loving prod to own my intelligence.
I’m not University Smart. Or CEO Smart.
I’m Connect the Dots Between What You Say and What You Do Smart. I see beneath the words and feel the emotions you’re holding back.
I’ll never stand in a boardroom and wow people with my intellectual insights.
I’m much happier creating internal shifts that make individuals say, “That’s what I’ve been trying to say all these years! Thank you for putting it into words.”
Funny how I’m fab at encouraging people to let their thoughts rip, loud and proud. Yet I’m still keeping my brain on a leash.
Personal growth is ironic like that.