The Whispering Heart
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Maybe there is a role you have outgrown. A belief you inherited. A version of yourself everyone else still recognizes, even though you quietly stopped recognizing her.
For the past year and a half, I've actually spent a lot of time in solitude. And I don't mean loneliness. I enjoy being alone. I value that time with myself.
But lately, I have been thinking less about what a new month asks us to do and more about who a new season is asking us to become.
Maybe she learned that being quiet kept the peace. Maybe needing someone led to disappointment, so she became independent instead. Maybe she learned to take care of everyone else before she ever learned how to care for herself.
There have been seasons of becoming, seasons of loss, and seasons where I wondered if I had somehow lost my way.
Healing wasn't a decision. It wasn't waking up one morning and deciding to be different. It was years of healing, learning, unlearning, and letting go.
I read something this week that put an actual number on this women take on close to a month’s worth of extra invisible work a year compared to men.
Most women know long before they admit it to themselves.
There's something heavy in the air right now. A lot of us are feeling it but nobody's saying it out loud.
Women from all ages, all walks of life, coming together for what I can only describe as soul conversations. The sharing. Honesty. The way every woman in that room allowed herself to be witnessed that is not a small thing.
