We owe it to our grandmothers and all the women who've come before us, to dance our hearts out and live in freedom and joy.
What if we experienced empowerment as wholeness, not just access or being heard?
At 42, reeling from a new baby and professional turmoil, I realized that I didn’t need a new job or other external change. I needed to find my way to a truer version of myself. This is the letter I wish I’d had then, and a love letter for anyone embarking on this journey now.