Thriving Women

There is a lot that I don’t know. There are things that happen in the world that shock me. There are moments where my soul is completely broken in two while I go about my day.

And with it all, with the heartache, the headache, and the earth shattering discomfort, I sit here happy. Noticing the beauty in this cup of coffee, the gratitude in this free patio furniture found beside a dumpster, and in the life that grows in dirt from a single seed from an eaten pepper.

I’m going to take this time to breath, to harness my happiness, and to thrive. The world needs more thriving women and I intend to be one of them. I am one of them. Thriving at times may look deceiving. It may feel like I’m not doing anything as an activist, it may seem as though I am being too quiet.

But here is the beauty about thriving women, we are all uniquely talented. I trust the women who are running the organizations, who are speaking to the crowds, who are educating the world. I trust women, thriving women.

We can’t end earth shattering pain while attempting to thrive in the same arena. We are not all the same activists, the same educators, the same speakers, no. But that is the secret. If we are all the same, we go nowhere. This is true no matter the argument.

The answer, sink into your gut, sink right on down to your soul, your passion, your voice. And, from there…

thrive.

I trust the woman who sank into her gut and decided she needed to thrive by starting an organization to support a cause. I trust the woman who sank into her soul and just knew she was meant to speak to crowds. I trust the woman who sank into their voice and knew that their talent was to handle the finances of donations. I trust the woman who sank into her soul and saw colour, and used it to design logos and imagery to transcend generations. I trust the mother who puts her kids before the world, she is raising our next thriving women. And if I trust women who sink into their gut to thrive, then I get to sink down and thrive too.

I am not an activist, a non-profit organizer, a history educator, a designer, a mother. At first this bothered me with thoughts of shame, guilt, remorse.

Then I sank down, with trust in the women who have those rolls covered.

I am a thriving woman. I am building a business, no, an empire to fund and give a stage to the activists who speak the words of my shattered soul. I am a thriving woman. I am a business strategist helping women, who have sank into their gut and found their calling, thrive in business.

I am a thriving woman helping women thrive. This is my place, this is my talent, this is my guts voice.

Times have changed. We live in a world where women get to be more than one thing, there is no time like our time.

Trust the women around you, sink into your gut and find your individual passion to thrive. The world needs more thriving women and you’re one of them.

I trust you to thrive, we all trust your decision. Know that we have each other, we trust each other, we are women.

Thriving women.

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Note: Not all uterus owners identify as women. Not all women identify as she/her or they/their

Know that this piece is for you, all of you, all of us.