I walk a little more proud, a little less beaten by the lie that I am just a girl. I dust off the lie that tells me I can’t exist in this space. I feel seen. I feel heard.
On the last day of the year, I asked myself what it would mean to welcome doubt like a lover, like a wondering soul wanting to be remembered.
If you’re looking to change the world and it seems less and less possible, I highly recommend you pick up “A Pocketful of Seeds.” Debbie Johnson does a wonderful job with connecting to her reader (of any socio-economic status and of culture). I’m grateful for a useful handbook of sorts to start the year off on a giving foot.