As an independent woman with no intention of having a husband or sex trophies, I celebrate the wanderers and the warriors -- the women who charge into life as if it were a battle. I honor the women who belong to no one and live life for themselves, creating their own happiness along the way.
Celebrate you.
Not just the achievements.
Nor merely the survivals.
But the calm and the mundane as well.
For it is the canvas holding you
the space upon which you are (being) painted.
I’ve had a health crisis already, a quarter-life crisis at 20, moved across the country multiple times, traveled alone, and taken huge risks with and without recklessness. I’ve started a family that fell apart the day my son died in my arms in premature labor. I’ve followed my heart and dreams ...
For the sake of my kids, and for the sake of my sanity, I brushed a lot of emotion under the table, but it's catching up with me now. I know I still have a long way to go. I know I have a lot of work to do to really start to feel 'normal' again.
And we ask, what’s wrong with me that I feel this way? What’s wrong with me that I see these things others don’t see, that I can’t accept what they accept? What’s wrong with me that I couldn’t fix it, couldn’t explain it, couldn’t stop it, didn’t protest, cried alone? You say, what if they had ...