A FIGHT COMING

I feel a feel a fight coming. I can feel it in my bones.

I have looked long and hard in the faces of the women around me and the face in the mirror and have realized that something is wrong.

We are amazing and struggling and everything in between. We are filled with strength and weakness and somehow trying to figure out how to down play it all.

There must be a better way.

I feel a fight coming, a war worth waging.

Not a fight against and not even a fight to a definite end, but a fight for and a fight that spills into a journey. A fight that births steps along a path to find and remember the truth of who we are and what we have to bring.

I doubt it is a new fight, but I am quite certain it looks very different today.

Our world has expanded, our have schedules filled, and the felt needs available at our finger tips are consistently growing. The day-to-day battle is not easy and somehow we feel guilty that it isn’t so. We are drawn into the myriad of lives around us and in doing so run the risk of failing to hold onto our own soul. 

I long to take every woman’s face in my hands and tell her that her best is most absolutely enough. I want her to show-up fully in this world owning every bit of her strength, every bit of her weakness, and owning everything in between.

I long to do the same myself.

I long for the journey, the treasure hunt, the search to find the clues, but realize that all the pieces are not mine to hold. Parts of the map are ripped and scattered, my life holding some of the fragments, yours holding others. Some of the steps ahead I see, others will only come into your view. 

This is truly a journey that must somehow be taken together. 

But it is a journey, it is a fight - a fight for wholeness, a fight that reminds us that unlike some mythic creature told out in perfect balanced form, we are living the lives of real superwomen. 

Real life, imperfect superwomen.

We are not defined by random boxes that dictate who we are or should be, we are underwritten in power and value with something incredible to bring to this world. Our weaknesses do not contain us, nor do our strengths hide us, our lives played out in a beautiful rise and fall between it all.

It’s a fight to save superwoman’s soul, to remind her who she truly is, to enable her to be genuinely free. It’s a fight to see her healed, whole, empowered and released.

And it is a fight that I cannot take alone. 

The girl in the mirror knows there must be a better way - she feels it, she knows it, and she longs to move into a new day. She aches to set aside fear and live fully alive, every strength and every weakness perfectly on display. She longs to look into the eyes of others and say that they, too, can be free. She longs to embark on a journey.

And she hopes that you will join her.