There are many reasons why I love being a woman and many of them have nothing to do with fashion. Granted, I adore gorgeous fashion accessories, just as I do high heels, lingerie, and knee-length dresses, but there is something much deeper to being a woman, something beyond aesthetics and the culture of living, which are some of my favourite subjects. Being a woman is, rather, a mission, a calling, a way that can lead you very far and that is when you finally realise your reason for your existance on this Earth. Even though women are as much witches as we are fairies, so different and yet so similar, it is also true that we don’t stand by each other’s side often enough. It’s something we have yet to learn, and perhaps we can learn it from men. Sometimes, we should strive for their kind of unpretentious way of communication and companionship; we should also lend a hand to each other, especially in moments of trial, and hide our teeth for when we actually need to use them. It may be true that envy often motivates us, but I believe it if often, if not always, unnecessary, because we know we all have our own battles to fight at our age, even those of us who seem the strongest and most flawless.
I find it calming to drive; I spend a lot of time on the road, so my car is really a moving office and a place I let my mind run free so all my thoughts come bubbling to the surface. I often find that a two hours drive seems like a ten minute one. That is when I know I did a lot for myself and probably set loose some thoughts I would otherwise keep hidden deep inside. I sort of miss my friends and the true friendship, when you know you can tell each other anything and everything, because there is no chance the other person would judge you or share your feelings with anyone else. I feel like we live in fear of opening up to the wrong person and showing our true Self to those who don’t deserve to know it. This is another area where women should stick together, give out less judgements and listen more carefully, speak less, and give more of ourselves‒our understanding, compassion or simply positive energy. Sometimes a stretched out helping hand is all we really need and women know how to do it, but it seems we unfortunately forget to do it.
When I was still a child, I was sure my mother is a feminist. To me, she was a woman that always supported women 100 %. She always let me know how wonderful it feels to be in the company of other women, because we can do more and often come further than anyone else, if only we apply our hearts and intelligence simultaneously. This is where she champions; I’ve never met a woman in my life with a better balance between her heart and mind. I still don’t know how she does it, it seems she simply knows; she always lays deeply meaningful things on the scales of life and she always ends up solving them in the way that is optimal. I’ve inherited many things from my mother, but unfortunately this isn’t one of them. I would say I’m more like my beloved aunt Nives in this regard. She was much more rash and unpredictable, and paid no special attention to the rational side of things on account of her lively heart. My traits are very similar to hers. I did however learn some of the greatest lessons in my life from my mother and they are my most priceless inheritance. I sincerely hope I will be able to pass them on to my Sofia, because it would make her life more bearable, more pleasant. Not that it’s stressful, otherwise, but we have to admit there are moments when we feel like life is pressing down on us, full weight. Remember, it’s not as important for how long or how sad we get than the fact we gather our strength and pick ourselves up again.
Women get things done
My mother is living proof that where there is a will, there is a way. I don’t believe she’d ever stopped herself, and most importantly, nobody else ever did, or their envy. I’m sure she’s had to deal with it just as I have, but it was just an unpleasant moment that had to be overlooked. She’s taught me that women get things done, because we don’t need support or words, we simply do them; sometimes with a piece of paper and a pen to scribble some ideas with, and the problem is solved. We don’t have meetings, if there’s no need for them, and we don’t waste time, because we have children. We have our priorities and know how to stay focused. And we are stronger together.
Women stick up for other women
It’s like we form an unstoppable choir of voices. We know how to stick together through thick and thin, we make ourselves heard when there’s injustice, and we show emotional intelligence where others lack. This is our strength and our mission, this is who we are and no one can take that away from us. It is one of the most beautiful things, when a woman we don’t even know sticks up for us, purely out of compassion and because deep down she understands our part of the story. We know how to do this, because sometimes two plus two doesn’t equal four, but three and a half; and it’s okay if some people don’t understand this‒they probably never will.
Our feelings, relationships, belongings, emotions. The first time we share is when we become best friends, the second when we fall in love, and the third when we become mothers. At first we share ourselves, because we know a good relationship requires compromise; and children are the ones that know best, how to push you right to your limits, require even more compromise and often that we disappear completely, because the tiny bun needs everything, and then some more. Isn’t this a familiar feeling? And then we share what we own, because we’ve realised a long time ago that it feels better to give than it is to receive; so we may never be very rich, but we know how to be very happy.
These are a few of the things that come from us being together, from keeping company of women. I will never ever give up on our calling and our energy. I feel sad about those in positions of power who act as if they will be able take everything with them to their graves, so they not only don’t share, they are even envious of everyone around them. But, as a good friend of mine would say, we come to this Earth without anything and we will leave it without anything. Maybe we should all take a moment to think about that.