Those poets and artists and makers of music. Those brave dreamers who sit with me and confess to the poetry in their bones. Those star-kissed unrepentants who speak with the raw pain of failure and longing on their lips…
This *way* you get to show up in the world… This fullness of self you get to choose and radiate? It is a right, and it is a privilege. When women step into control, into the curation of their life’s journey, it is an act of revolution.