My Dearest Women...

My dearest women.

How much time have you wasted trying to get other people to understand you? To validate you, accept, acknowledge, celebrate, endure, tolerate, encourage or like you? To see you? Stop that. Stop that right now.

You came here with an intention, a purpose, one you don’t need somebody else’s permission to receive. You came here with a promise to yourself, to learn the lessons that would have you do what you were called to. So don’t expect somebody else to know how broken you’ll be if you don’t keep them. Stop explaining what is untrue to the way you are, as if your ideas, feelings, desires, preferences, your choices are an aberration instead of divine and wondrous expression. You, as you are in this moment, are enough.

The women who have transformed you and inspired you? They are just like you. They decided in just one moment to let themselves be. Rosa Parks was tired and she sat down. Susan B. Anthony was angry and used her voice. Anne Frank, Benazir Bhutto, Malala Yousafzai, Oprah Winfrey. You don’t have to move the world forward. You don’t have to be the first woman to. But you can be the next one to live your why, to stand in the truth you hold deeply in your soul about who you know yourself to be. What is in your heart, is probably in hers too.

Those stereotypes, that sexism, racism, violence, hatred; that’s theirs, not yours. You don’t have to pick it up. Even when you are afraid, when you feel unloved, uncertain, unknown, you are whole. Never doubt that, not for a single minute. Be still. Be you. I receive you.