To all the women in my world and the world at large,
I celebrate you. I honor you. I am in awe of you.
The millennial building a platform of change.
The teacher shaping lives in and out of the classroom.
The mom with special needs kids who fight every day to keep the family above water.
The single mom raising her daughter to be fearless and strong, even when she doesn’t feel that way herself.
The woman who battles her own demons every day, wearing a smile.
The daughter, a caretaker of aging parents, who finds herself lost in the care of others.
The office worker who makes less than the guy in the next cubicle, and works twice as hard to prove herself.
The entrepreneur who builds her empire brick by brick each and every day.
To those with unimaginable power that goes unseen.
The ones that hide in the background, struggling every second to grasp onto that inner power.
Being a woman means to fight without boxing gloves, without a safety net.
Bloodied and bruised, we get up each time we fall down.
We rise out of bed each morning to fight the fight that we didn’t ask for.
Persisting. Surviving. Striving. Thriving.
With a quiet strength