To the immaculate woman.
To the wild woman.
To the one that smiles politely and only engages in conversation when asked.
To the one who speaks her mind and doesn’t put a zip on it.
To the woman who is a stay-at-home Mum and has spit on her shoulder most of the day.
To the mother who has gone back to work almost immediately and feels massive amounts of guilt.
To the woman with immaculate nails.
To the woman who didn’t brush her hair this morning.
To the girl who runs with the boys and kicks the ball harder than they do.
To the girl in the corner playing shyly with dolls.
To the girl who wants to be a pirate when she grows up.
To the girl who wants to be a princess.
To the girl who acts like a ‘girl.’
To the girl act that acts like… whatever the hell she wants.
To the woman who has her shit together.
To the woman, who is getting her shit together, seemingly, EVERY DAY…
That is, Me. My bedroom today. And that is a tidy picture of my progress.
On this day the 8th of March, I went upstairs and hauled myself into action. Sorting through boxes of stuff, throwing things out, putting them in order… Marie Fondo-Schmondo you ain’t getting your tiny hands on my piles, as I am keeping most of them.
To the organised, and to the hoarder.
I’ve actually been throwing things out slowly over the past year and half, hence why today was more about organisation rather than expelling. I have sent Hubbie to Vinnie’s with piles of donations so often, we joke that one day he will enter and they will have his photo framed up on their wall. So I do know how to purge…
I just do it my way. At my pace.
To the women who make their own rules, and to those who follow them.
Going through piles of stuff today, both useless and nostalgic, and ‘one day’ items, I thought a lot about women. How different we all are. How often we are told to be a certain way.
‘Be more ladylike.’
‘Why are you so bossy?’
‘You like that?’
‘Clean up this way. ‘
‘You should follow this book.’
‘Why do you feed your child that?’
‘I wish you weren’t a wallflower.’
‘Lower your voice.’
‘You can’t say that!’
I think there is no greater opportunity than today, to think of all the women we know, to celebrate them and congratulate them, and to support those little women amongst us who are starting out, learning through us and through life, and show them that no matter what they want to be, IT IS OK.
ALL WOMEN should be celebrated. Not just the ones we are told to celebrate.
Not just the athletes.
Not just the working ones.
Not just the together women.
Not just the smiley ladies.
But to celebrate, also…
The ones who get up and fail and still try again.
The ones who are floating from job to job and can’t quite find their passion in life.
The ones whose house is never clean.
The ones who fight so hard to put a smile on their face, when all they want to do is cry.
I salute you all.
Happy International Women’s day, to ALL the women.
Even you, Marie Kondo 😉