The Power of Girls
There are times in life – some of them happy, some of them sad, some of them empowering and some of them not – when the only way to look at it is through the eyes of a fellow female.
This week I had a few of those moments.
First, I met up with a new friend for coffee, both of us coming to the table with a similar set of frustrations and issues with inspiration that needed nothing more (for that day, at least) than to be aired out over lattes. We only met a few months ago but the conversation flowed like it had been there for years. Nodding in hearty agreement with each other. Laughing at how eerily similar our insecurities and fears were. Wondering aloud how we were going to fix them.
Then I went to an event last night where I ran into two of my favorite bloggers. I always feel like a small fish in the big blogging ocean but these women instantly offered words of support and encouragement and even looked to me for insight on a few topics, which left me feeling accomplished and ready to keep swimming. They probably didn’t know it, but sometimes even a seemingly small conversation can have such a big impact.
Today I caught up with an old friend on the phone for the first time in months. The conversation was easy as always, despite the extended hiatus, but when she asked me how I was doing and quickly answered her own question by saying “it looks like everything is going so great, as usual!” I actually told the truth. Things are fine, I said. But they could be better. My voice cracked a little. Instead of saying “good!” like we all do so many times when we’re asked how we are, I shared the not so good as well. The not so good is still better than most, but as women I find we’re always hiding it away when sometimes we need to just let it out…no matter how big or small it may seem. So I did. And it was big, for both of us I think, simply because it was said.
Then finally, I had the luxury of spending some quiet, alone time with Little D after I picked her up from school. Her brother was napping, her father was out for business meetings and there was nothing for us to do but lay in my bed, reading, sharing tales of our day, watching a little Barefoot Contessa (our guilty pleasure). This girl. This amazing, inspiring, beautiful little lady who fills me up with a smile, humbles me with her words and inspires me with just one look. All it took was one hour of quiet time, focused on nothing but me and her, the light in the room, the laughter and the joy.
That’s not just girl power.
That’s the power of girls.
*image above via here*