Behind every successful woman is a past. Most likely a difficult past she had to walk through and trudge through and claw through inch by inch and ugly day by ugly day. A past that knocked her down, but didn't keep her down. A past that broke her down, but also allowed her to break though. A past that caused her tears, but didn't tear her apart.
Behind every successful woman is a list of failures. Probably a fairly long list of moments she fell flat on her face and had to face the music that she had come up short.
Behind every successful woman is a voice. A series of voices from her past, from her present, and from her own mind telling her she's not the one and she probably shouldn't even bother. She'll never make it. She'll never be enough.
Behind every successful woman are eyes. Eyes watching her every move, to see if she makes it to the top, or hits every rock as she falls and flails and flops on her way down to the dirt at the very bottom. Eyes set on copying her and criticizing her and bringing her down to their level.
Behind every successful woman is the woman she used to be. The one who was scared, and worried. The one who cared what everyone thought and tried over and over again to please the masses. The one who cried alone in the dark. The one who wanted to bury her head in the sand.
Behind every successful woman is a fire. And a dream. And determination. And passion. And a will. And the desire to see this thing through until the very end. Giving up may cross her mind, but she will not let it take up residence in her heart.
Behind every successful woman is a village. A village of other women who support her and love her and push her to be her absolute best, but stick by her even when she's at her absolute worst. A village of other women who could choose to compete, but take the higher, better road of collaboration instead. A village of other women who don't just fix her crown, but also bend down to pick it up and dust it off when it's fallen off. A village of other women who refuse to get jealous. Who refuse to compare. Who refuse to belittle, or go low. Who refuse to gossip, or leave out, or hurt just to watch her crumble under the pressure.
A village of women who tell the truth. When it's hard. When it's easy. When it's uncomfortable. When a lie would be the simpler road to travel.
A village of women who pick her up and put her back on her feet when she's gone off-course. A village of women who have the courage to encourage her. A village of women who have the strength to strengthen her.
A village of other women who have her back, and her front, and her side, and her soul, and her spirit, and her heart, and her best interest in mind. Always.
Here's to the past that made you who you are.
Here's to the list of failures that taught you to do it better.
Here's to the voices you learned to quiet.
Here's to the eyes you learned to shrug off.
Here's to the woman you are becoming.
Here's to the fire that won't let you quit.
Here's to the village who builds you up in big and small ways every single day.
Here's to the God who tells the stars where to shine and still loves you even more.
Here's to you, successful woman.
Keep burning bright.
Keep bringing on the light.
The world needs exactly who you are, exactly what you have, and exactly what you're doing. You matter. Shine on. Love on. Live on.
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