International Woman’s Day happened this week.
I’ve been a woman for over 58 years now… and this is the first time I remember it really being a thing. Its been around for a very long, long time. And you’ll love this part — according to Wiki — it started in Soviet Russia around 1917. The United States didn’t get on board with the whole idea until 1975.
Let that sink in for a moment.
I find it beyond ironic that the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave let their arch nemesis beat them to the punch on this for an entire generation. But then from 1917 to 1975 women were pretty much invisible in the U.S. — so I can see where this might have happened.
Looking at back at my life (born in 1959) and the lives of my older sisters (born in the 1940s), I acknowledge the huge shift our country has taken in seeing women as part and parcel of an equal, functional society. So Bravo for the progress!
I feel confident enough to live alone, have a career, a retirement plan, own a home, travel, be politically and socially active — all without fear of repercusions to my day to day existence.
And I owe it all to the women who came before me — smashing stereotypes and ceilings like they were made of sugar glass. Raising voices in a chorus that sings even louder today — not only for me, but for my daughters and my daughter’s daughters. Ensuring the progress does not stall.
Bigotry divides all humans. “US” vs “THEM”. Any human can pick a side and just decide to hate, to label, to alienate another because of gender, race, religion, eye color -pick something — anything and people will chose it. We will all come across humans in our lives who will teach us this lesson. They will attempt to make us feel ‘less than’ simply because we are who we are.
It doesn’t matter what they pick to hate about us — because it is always about them. It is never about us.
The truth in the lesson isn’t about what other people are telling you about yourself, your life, your circumstances. The truth is what you tell yourself. Find Your Voice. And then take that Voice and use it to tell the world who you really are. Without apology. Without hesitation. Without doubt.
My daughter tells my grand daughters every day — You are smart. You are important. You are loved.
I understand there is a ways to go before women can rest. Telling ourselves We are smart. We are important. We are loved — is a damn good start.