Where to begin?
Writing used to be easier. Maybe it’s the heat, or not enough coffee…but it’s really hard today. I’m rusty.
It has taken far too long for me to get started.
For more than a year, my to-do list has included ‘blog post’ – but I’ve procrastinated. Every day, every month – entire seasons have gone by – and those two words have stared back at me from the page.
I know now, it’s because I’ve been afraid. I have plenty to say, but I’ve been holding back. Not quite ready to lay myself out there, step forward, and share my point of view.
Today, this changes.
Life has been real this last year. Too real. I’ve experienced failure and fear like never before, and survived. With hope intact and a genuine smile. I’m deeply grateful too, because from it all, I’ve uncovered something I didn’t know I was seeking. It seems in the midst of uncertainty, I’ve found my purpose. The real thing. A good-to-be-alive, light-me-up, heart-pumping reason for being.
What, you ask, might this be?
Well, here goes.
I am here to be what I have always needed – and what my daughter believes.
I am here to lift girls up, embolden their voices, and show them how to lead.
I am here to help girls master money, earn influence, and use their power to transform communities.
I am here to say – loud and clear – it’s OK to be an ambitious girl! Ambitious girls are exactly what this crazy, messed-up, beautiful world needs.
So yes, it’s time I stand up, be heard, and publish my ideas.