International Women's Day was March 8th.
It's a month later and I wonder how many of us forget that. It's a month later and I wonder if that sense of sister hood and unity and love has stayed with us.
I wonder if it will continue to stay with us.
One can only hope.
I often think of the women I know and love, and hope for them. I think of the ones I have yet to meet, and hope for them still.
Ladies, I hope you feel comfortable in your own skin. When you look in the mirror, I hope you see beauty staring back at you.
I hope you are fortunate enough to surround yourself with people that make you laugh, and if that's not the case, I hope you have the strength to hold your head high.
I hope you dream until your very last breath, and I hope you never let another person define what that dream means for you.
I hope if someone is hurting you, whether it be a bruise on your face or a bruise on your heart, I hope you have the courage to leave and let them go.
I hope you never feel like you have to choose between soft and strong and sexy and smart and funny and quiet and shy. You can be them all if you'd like. You can pick and choose. You get to decide. If you want to be a Mom I hope you do it. If you'd rather not I hope nobody makes you feel about it. It's your choice. It's always your choice.
When you hear the cries of other sisters, I hope you stand by their side. And when you learn of their successes, I hope you celebrate them, too.
I just binge watched Big Little Lies.
And yes, I can't stop thinking about it.
Based on the same-titled best-seller by Liane Moriarty, Big Little Lies is a dark and comedic tale of what really goes on in the sunshine drenched town of Monterey, California. It's a tangled web of doting mothers, hot shot husbands, picture perfect children, and picturesque landscapes. At the core of the story are five women, Madeline, Celeste, Jane, Renata, and Bonnie. The story that unfolds is from the deepest corners of their hearts, and the secrets that they have long tucked under the rug.
On the outside, they may appear like they have it all. But nobody really has it all, do they?
And when a murder happens - those California plates shift and fall, and true character is revealed.
In a word, the show is outstanding.
Dig deeper, and words seem to fail.
For the most beautiful parts of this series are not within the written dialogue, but the subtleties of body language, female body language.
The knowing looks, the observations, the perceptions.
Big Little Lies is a glorious example of the complexities of the female spirit and psyche, and the power of what happens when females stand with, and for, one another.
It's outstanding, it's exhilarating, and it leaves you with hope.
Hope that one day women will crave community and collaboration over competition.
Hope that it's OK to mess up and try again.
Hope that it's quite alright to have a child and want to have a career too.
Hope for a better tomorrow.
This piece was originally posted on Glass Heel, here.