ANNIVERSARY THANKS

To be honest I thought I’d have more by now.

More confidence, more understanding, more calm engagement with all of life’s ups and downs.

And I thought I’d have less.

Less swirling thoughts, less drive to do it all, less volume on that pesky inner critic.

I thought I’d have more and I thought I’d have less, but the truth is I still have so little figured out. 

A year ago I set out to heal superwoman, to see her in the fullness of truth, to unearth the image of what it truly means to be an amazing and imperfect woman. I longed to see her set free, unshackled from her own constructs of who she should and should not be, what she should and should not feel, how she should and should not appear.

I wanted to tear down definitions and release her to simply be. Not contained by weakness or hidden by strength, but beautifully present and powerful in all the spaces in between. 

And by her, I meant me.

When I began Healing Superwoman I understood it as a journey, my heart poured out on a page, my inner world exposed in print for all who wish to see. But there are times I wish this journey finally had a destination.

A destination, a place where I have finally ‘arrived,’ a point in time where I step back and think, look at you, girl, you’ve got it all figured out. No more shrinking inside, no more wavering identity, no more questions about worth or value or place.

But yet the journey continues.

When I look back over the year I can see moments where I have breathed deep and been willing to own my true self. I doubt I’ve reached any destinations, but I have willed my feet forward along the path.

I’ve leaned into celebrating wins, fought for space to mourn the hard things and begun to turn with gentleness toward the wounds of my heart. I’ve sought to look with fresh eyes at the mess of life and have battled the accusations of my own mind to find beauty in all of the moments that are not going at all as I planned.

Life is hard and beautiful, I am strong and weak, we are amazing and imperfect.

I’ve learned and I’ve grown. 

And I’m so thankful for those of you who have done it with me.

When my fingers rest on the keyboard each week I know I must write just for me - the goal is not that you’ll like me more, but that I will. But I cherish your partnership, I love your footsteps alongside mine on the journey, I am captivated by the truth that we do not have to wander alone.

So to all the superwomen out there, thank you. The first year of many is behind us and I look forward with hopeful anticipation to what lies ahead. 

Superwoman is still real.

Superwoman is still you.