Today is International Women’s Day.

It’s funny to me because life – that long ago life when days like today felt significant or important – doesn’t really exist any more.

As I scrolled Instagram (a morning habit that I must break) I was amazed at all the incredible women I know.  Battling large and small obstacles, always positive, always upbeat.  I guess it’s because I choose those kinds of people to follow, to be connected to.  Their energy is what feeds my soul, lifts me up, helps me find the silver lining on the really dark days.

Women are incredible.  Strong and thoughtful and imaginative and creative and beautiful.  Women bash their heads against ceilings to pave the way for those behind them.  But women can also be difficult – cagey and defensive and downright mean.  Women are all the things, all the time. Like men.  Like non-binary humans.  We are everything and nothing, all encompassing and a black hole.

I was raised by two incredible women who set an example to me of the kind of person I wanted to be.  I miss them both – daily, intensely.  But I also know they are both with me and in me – in my choices and in the way I see the world.

I am tired today.  Yesterday was full and long.  The temperatures have dropped about thirty or forty degrees.  The wind is whipping.  I will go to yoga.  And get a chai.  And come home and do the things – finish laundry and make dinner (hopefully!), balance our bank accounts.  Possibly read a little.  I’d like that.

I do the things women have been doing for decades — the quiet things that keep households chugging smoothly along.   Maybe a day or a month isn’t enough.  Maybe it shouldn’t be tokenized.  Perhaps we should celebrate women and their roles in this life every single day.  And be grateful and awed.

Xox, g