We drink coffee, go to work, raise kids, nurture pets, feed plants, drive, make appointments on time, cry at movies, coexist with our menopausal belly, ingest pills not to let menstrual cramps interfere with the meeting, build spaceships, break nails, fold laundry while fixing a drink, never happy with the hair we have, forget what we were about to say, and catch a flight, all usually in a 24-hour cycle.
Regardless of the physical, social, or legal status of MOTHER, motherhood happens.
There’s no perfection, no copy/paste, our bodies, moods, and inspirations evolve, yet we are told that social media imposters, or influencers, are the golden rule, that someone else is doing better than us or getting where you should be faster than us, we get paid less and asked to do what others can’t.
So, for all of the latter, there’s a “fuck off train” departing from every corner with seats always available.
If there’s ONE thing I would say is what my great-grandmother Ebe once told 10 yo me which I only understood decades later.
“You should never be the smartest woman in the room.”