“How can I be like you?” I’d ask. They’d say, “You will be. You are on your way….”
Yet, I wondered, “How long is this road? Why can’t I have that now? How much longer do I have to live in pain?”
I searched for answers in books, in men, and mostly, again, in other women. I wanted to be the version of me that I could love, respect, cherish, hold above all else and own proudly. I knew that she was in there somewhere, but I didn’t exactly know how to draw her out.
By making friends with these fabulous, strong and loving women, I was secretly giving myself permission to be that — even if not now — someday. I was watching their every move, carving every word that came out of their mouth into the walls of my brain and saving it all up for when it was time.
Now I know that I recognized myself in them. It was my essence that was calling me — my essence that was already beautiful, powerful, compassionate, smart and grounded. At times when I feel exactly this way, I watch all my anxieties and insecurities disappear; I feel no judgment or fear. I am in peace. I am who the universe needs me to be. It doesn’t last forever, though. Then my ego kicks in and somehow talks me into believing that I have a long way to go, and I haven’t even scratched the surface of perfection. I am not good enough. I know that it is only an illusion, but it is very familiar, and it takes work to convince myself otherwise.
I never walked around with a “I want to meet the man of my dreams” idea. When I fell in love with men, I was falling in love with the image of my ideal self that I saw in his eyes.
I am happy to tell you that I am closer to the woman I want to be than I have ever been. I still surround myself with powerful women who can set healthy boundaries, love without losing themselves, empower and inspire others to be who they need to be. The more I see this happening, the more it becomes a part of what I define as “normal” and the more permission I get to be the wonderful, magnificent me.
The little voice inside me that tells me that I will never be good enough gets quieter for longer periods of time. I know one day it will be barely hearable. And even when I can still hear it, I will have my powerful female friends giving me that knowing nod with that loving twinkle in their eyes.
This time of year I always look forward to the end of the school year, when my children can have a break from their busy, regimented schedules, and I get a break from being the homework Nazi and taxi driver. We can all take some time to breath, enjoy unstructured time, relax — that is until the first echoes of “I’m bored” ring through my ears. This happens usually inside a week.
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I formed an advisory board and last Thursday we met for the first time. There are twelve members in our group. I admit, I was a little nervous, but I had no expectations of the outcome, and I came with an open mind and open heart (I had to open my heart because it feels like my soul is WWISH), and the result was incredibly productive. If I actually knew what I was doing when I chose the board, I could not have done better. What really amazes me with the entire process of forming WWISH, and now building on it, is that it seems so natural. The steps become clear as they present themselves. When I meet people and share my vision for WWISH, men and women get excited about the possibility of a place women can go and feel absolutely supported.
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