My 6th Anniversary
Today—today—on International Women's Day, I celebrate six years in business. When I made the commitment and registered my business those years ago, I confess, I did not have this day on my radar. I was oblivious to it. Perhaps it was circumstance, fate, that these days are shared. But over the past six years, due I'm sure to women rising and our situations, International Women's Day has grown in visibility, just as the women it celebrates have.
I have no doubt that this evolution has been caused and spurred, despite this day's long history, by the freeing of women's voices. Our insistence that we not only tell our truths, but that—yes—you must listen. But this has also been a slower progression, not just over the past six years, or six decades even, but over a slow and steady time of women breaking the rules, and even being broken, which seems only to stoke the fire. But we continue to fight. We continue to speak. We continue to march. We continue to be seen. We continue to stand.
Because this work is never over. It will ever be our job to be who we are, and make sure the world sees us for that.
We will pass our work down to our daughters, and our sons.
We will learn it from our mothers, and our fathers.
We will share this work with our husbands, and our wives.
As a writer, I have often claimed unique originality. And although my ideas do come from time on my own, I have learned there is no idea that is purely mine—ideas that were seeded by Woolf, Le Guin, Yuknavitch—these are names I have no qualms about mine being added to. But that does not mean I am not creative or my ideas do not deserve to be heard; it means my creativity is demanded of me, because there is the work of other women that is now my work to build on.
My story is your story, and yours mine.
It is my time—our time—to tell our truths, and set ourselves free.
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