It has been a long, angsty, hormone-addled, sleep-deprived, kid-crazy, sultry-weather kind of week. Here at the end of it, I'm sitting up, nocturnal for one night because I know I can sleep in in the morning, listening to a slow summery thunder outside the house and the way it reverberates inside me. I hear the rain begin to fall.
About eight times this week, I started writing or editing a post that was at times preachy, at times pleading, and that was always fueled by frustration. I just deleted it.
I want to say this, though:
All you women in the world, please celebrate the things you do well and the things you love. Please give yourself grace for the things you struggle with. Please allow yourself to drop the things that you feel expected to do but don't personally find important. When you see another woman who does things differently from you, please cheer her on for the things she finds important and that she does well. Please support her when she needs to cry. Please allow her to be different from you without comparing yourself to her. Do not imagine that she compares herself to you. Do not find her wanting. Do not find yourself wanting. Know that you have the power to be the truest version of you that there can be, and that this is all anybody else is trying to do, too.