You know that horrible dream where your co-worker who’s a complete jerk to you -- the one telling you ignorant things and never knowing how to do his job...just saying whatever as you sit there thinking...are you a buffoon?!...but listening gracefully anyways. the one who stole your work one too many times, claiming it was his own...(ugh, I still remember you!!) And eventually getting fired because someone reported him for sexual harassment and he botched up the client's work too many times anyways --
You know, the horrible dream where THAT guy becomes president.
Hahahahah, thank god, that would NEVER happen.
Oh $hit. IT did.
WHAT THA?
You know, the horrible dream where THAT guy becomes president.
Hahahahah, thank god, that would NEVER happen.
Oh $hit. IT did.
WHAT THA?
Are you shocked? Dismayed? Not sure what to do with yourself?
Unable to get out of bed, let alone concentrate at work as you wonder, am I living in an alternate reality?
That you're going to wake up and it was all a crazy nightmare? Or a silly prank and we'll all laugh and go back to life as it was?
I hear you. It’s sooooo overwhelming.
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?
We had a highly qualified woman who spent her career making a positive impact on a grassroots, local, state and national level. Real stories of real people she benefited over decades through real work and real policies. Keyword: REAL.
On the other side, we had a man with the opposite track record. I can’t even begin..but let’s just say I can’t imagine any woman wanting to be grabbed by the nasty old man in the room. Keep your hands to yourself, sir.
And seriously...a comment about grabbing a woman by the pu$$y would get someone fired, a student expelled, and a clear case for sexual harassment. Without a second thought. And yet...that man is our president. Of OUR country!!!!
I thought for sure we were going to have our first female president. I thought we were finally there. Ready. More than ready.
I don't want to get into politics here but what shocked me more is not that he's president. It's that she isn't . SHE. Were we not ready for a woman to be in power?
Were qualifications not enough? Were blatant, sexist, misogynist comments not enough to say, no, we don't want that man as a leader? I thought that would be the final straw to get all women to bring in a female president by a landslide. I'm still struggling with this idea of such a qualified, QUALIFIED, woman still not being enough.
I was really disheartened. A part of me thought, "Why do I care about wanting to empower women if they don't even care?"
BUT I realized something after the shock wore off...that more than ever, I wanted to do more.
Something within me had been unleashed.
Women DO want to be empowered. Our voices to be heard even if we're still so gracious with our tone it gets drowned out by the other side.
This means more than ever that what I’m passionate IS important.
Empowering women, bringing back balance in this world that is CRYING for feminine power. Maybe not in Hilary’s generation, maybe not in mine, but it MUST be in our daughter’s generation. Actually, no, let me take that back...in this generation. In my mom's generation. She deserves to see it. All of our moms do.
The path has to be illuminated with the feminine light. Because that’s what we bring in this world. We bring light, hope, compassion, intuition, nurture, and the freaking best work out there.
You know you’re awesome at what you do and you would never settle for less than best.
Pat yourself on the back in this moment for all that you do. Seriously, I'll wait. :D
You know, doing your best is just part of being a woman. We work twice as hard because we care. We mutli-task better. We are great managers (yes, finally we have studies to 'prove' it). We see people as whole, human beings. We LISTEN.
We can do it all….even as we hold the greatest guilt and shame and feeling bad about ourselves (ugh, topics for another day!). Even as society, culture, religion and nasty old men try to dictate our lives...
We STILL move forward. Because we CARE.
We are there to help those who need it.
We are there for our families through thick and thin. For our team. For our friends. Anyone and everyone we love because our hearts are so big and hold so much.
We will, and always have, sacrificed ourselves for the greatest good.
And we will be there for the next 4 years...gracefully and graciously.
Tears come to my eyes as I type this because it’s OUR time.
IT IS OUR TIME.
The world needs you. Like never before.
To bear the fruit like mother nature does no matter what the weather brings. Like our mothers did in raising us to be respectable, intelligent, fierce, loving and caring women. Despite all they struggled with.
It’s YOUR time to rise, beautiful.
Cry, yell, scream, whatever (no judgments!) and process what's happened. And then blossom knowing the seed's been planted.
That seed of what has made you so upset...that's your deep passion within. Let it out.
What will you unleash that's ready to surface? It's bursting to come out of you and you can feel it...with every ounce of your big heart.
You're ready to make a difference...where will you start?
Comment below and share what has been stirred up in you and your next step. Let's inspire each other and continue to illuminate as we always have and will continue to do.
IT’S OUR TIME.
Let’s make it worthwhile.
Hugs on fire,
Shazia
Unable to get out of bed, let alone concentrate at work as you wonder, am I living in an alternate reality?
That you're going to wake up and it was all a crazy nightmare? Or a silly prank and we'll all laugh and go back to life as it was?
I hear you. It’s sooooo overwhelming.
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?
We had a highly qualified woman who spent her career making a positive impact on a grassroots, local, state and national level. Real stories of real people she benefited over decades through real work and real policies. Keyword: REAL.
On the other side, we had a man with the opposite track record. I can’t even begin..but let’s just say I can’t imagine any woman wanting to be grabbed by the nasty old man in the room. Keep your hands to yourself, sir.
And seriously...a comment about grabbing a woman by the pu$$y would get someone fired, a student expelled, and a clear case for sexual harassment. Without a second thought. And yet...that man is our president. Of OUR country!!!!
I thought for sure we were going to have our first female president. I thought we were finally there. Ready. More than ready.
I don't want to get into politics here but what shocked me more is not that he's president. It's that she isn't . SHE. Were we not ready for a woman to be in power?
Were qualifications not enough? Were blatant, sexist, misogynist comments not enough to say, no, we don't want that man as a leader? I thought that would be the final straw to get all women to bring in a female president by a landslide. I'm still struggling with this idea of such a qualified, QUALIFIED, woman still not being enough.
I was really disheartened. A part of me thought, "Why do I care about wanting to empower women if they don't even care?"
BUT I realized something after the shock wore off...that more than ever, I wanted to do more.
Something within me had been unleashed.
Women DO want to be empowered. Our voices to be heard even if we're still so gracious with our tone it gets drowned out by the other side.
This means more than ever that what I’m passionate IS important.
Empowering women, bringing back balance in this world that is CRYING for feminine power. Maybe not in Hilary’s generation, maybe not in mine, but it MUST be in our daughter’s generation. Actually, no, let me take that back...in this generation. In my mom's generation. She deserves to see it. All of our moms do.
The path has to be illuminated with the feminine light. Because that’s what we bring in this world. We bring light, hope, compassion, intuition, nurture, and the freaking best work out there.
You know you’re awesome at what you do and you would never settle for less than best.
Pat yourself on the back in this moment for all that you do. Seriously, I'll wait. :D
You know, doing your best is just part of being a woman. We work twice as hard because we care. We mutli-task better. We are great managers (yes, finally we have studies to 'prove' it). We see people as whole, human beings. We LISTEN.
We can do it all….even as we hold the greatest guilt and shame and feeling bad about ourselves (ugh, topics for another day!). Even as society, culture, religion and nasty old men try to dictate our lives...
We STILL move forward. Because we CARE.
We are there to help those who need it.
We are there for our families through thick and thin. For our team. For our friends. Anyone and everyone we love because our hearts are so big and hold so much.
We will, and always have, sacrificed ourselves for the greatest good.
And we will be there for the next 4 years...gracefully and graciously.
Tears come to my eyes as I type this because it’s OUR time.
IT IS OUR TIME.
The world needs you. Like never before.
To bear the fruit like mother nature does no matter what the weather brings. Like our mothers did in raising us to be respectable, intelligent, fierce, loving and caring women. Despite all they struggled with.
It’s YOUR time to rise, beautiful.
Cry, yell, scream, whatever (no judgments!) and process what's happened. And then blossom knowing the seed's been planted.
That seed of what has made you so upset...that's your deep passion within. Let it out.
What will you unleash that's ready to surface? It's bursting to come out of you and you can feel it...with every ounce of your big heart.
You're ready to make a difference...where will you start?
Comment below and share what has been stirred up in you and your next step. Let's inspire each other and continue to illuminate as we always have and will continue to do.
IT’S OUR TIME.
Let’s make it worthwhile.
Hugs on fire,
Shazia