Sugar and spice and everything nice that’s what little girls are made of. Sunshine and rainbows and ribbons for hair bows that’s what little girls are made of. Tea parties, laces and baby doll faces that’s what little girls are made of. —Unknown
Cinderella and a prince. Straight A’s and a college sweetheart.Smiles, beauty and breathtaking innocence.
The husband of her dreams. Children. A house with a white picket fence. Endless days of marital bliss.
A career that is exciting. Breaking boundaries. Excelling in all pursuits. Traveling to parts unknown.
Those are the dreams deposited at the feet of every freshly minted little girl. What a dubious burden delivered wrapped in layers; life is not a fairytale or a nursery rhyme after all.
Drifting past our mid 20’s it dawns on us that we are women. The little girl in us is gone.
We start to search high and low for strength, wisdom, and grace. We need guidance. We watch our fellow females for clues on how to achieve the perfect balance within ourselves. Unfortunately because of the nature of media and the pace of our lives, the humble meme has become our team leader.
I have noticed a disturbing trend. We seem to collectively rally behind memes that express encouragement for women that have not only gone nuts but also for women who have decided that they own (or need) a set of testicles. We LOVE these women:
“Women who drink whiskey like a man.”
“Women who don’t give a f*ck like a man.”
“Women who have sex like they mean it, like a man.”
When did we decide that our existence—our very being—should be celebrated only when we “act like a man?”
Why can’t we acknowledge who we are and forgive ourselves for failing to shine while conforming to the status quo on a daily basis?
In my opinion, our insatiable need for reassurance usually is a by-product of one or more of these four universally certain emotions.
It will happen. You won’t ever get over it. Ever.
Remember that you are not the only one that has ever felt this pain. Use your tears, and wipe away hurt from another’s heart.
No matter what it is that you decide to do in this life setbacks will always make an appearance. This one is a downer that has the potential to chain you to the floor.
Don’t let it.
Use your disappointments as a roadmap. Remember what tripped you up, and spin it on its head. Move on.
Because we are typically empathetic champions during all encounters, it is just common sense that we can relate wholeheartedly to the plight of the volcano.
My advice? SCREAM.
Get it out. Vile thoughts and words directed with purpose into a dark closet, a quiet empty house or while on a hike will do you wonders.
With so many messages floating around about who we are supposed to be, how we are supposed to look and how we should behave, no wonder clouds have formed in our minds.
Let go of confusion’s hand. Walking in circles gets boring. Confusion always loves to loop round and round.
Take one step at a time. Write down your goals and dreams, in lipstick on your bathroom mirror. Every day you have the ability to put a checkmark in red next to one or more of the items on your lipstick list.
Go with your gut. Be brave. Be bold. Be precise.
Tell confusion to get lost.
When we finally own our unique gifts, prioritize time for ourselves and forget about being a size 4 or a perfect 10, we will be on our way to complete womanhood. Our dreams will become reality because we will go after them.
The secret sauce of success is simple. Your allegiance should be with yourself first and foremost. With the disciplined practice of a Zen master, remind yourself that you are a work in progress. You are getting better by the day. Your beauty shines through. Your intelligent heart is worthy of love. The contributions that you make in this life are valuable. No matter how big or small, be proud of them and yourself.
Wonderfully gifted and uncomparable, you are a woman.
Own it, ladies, you got this (testicles need not apply).