
March is Women’s History Month.
And while we’ll spend the next few weeks celebrating women who changed the world, I’ve been thinking about a different kind of history.
The many women I know who changed their own lives.
Not publicly. Not packaged for Instagram. Not dramatically written up in a 600-word Substack post.
Just with a decision.
The kind of history I’m thinking about is private.
Sometimes it happens at a kitchen table after a long day of, well, everything. Or in a journal named Gloria sitting in a private pool at the Royalton in St. Lucia while celebrating your 50th birthday. What a time I had!
It happens in the moment a woman decides she will not live the next decade the way she lived the last one.
Beginning again isn’t impulsive. It’s intentional. It’s what happens when you’ve lived enough to know what no longer fits. And you make the decision to do something different.
Years ago, I designed a piece for She’s Got Papers that reads:
I’m Still Standing.
Inside I printed: I’m stronger. I’m wiser. I’m grateful. And I’m here.
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At the time, I thought it was about resilience. Now I understand it differently.
You’re not lost. You’re reassessing. There’s a difference and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.
I officially stepped away from my corporate career in 2025. What you may not know is that this next chapter has been quietly building for decades.
If you’re going through hell this is what you should do.
A bird in the hand beats two in the bush. I hate that saying. The bird in the hand signifies security, except the longer you live you’re forced to realize that there is none. Not a single thing is certain in life.
“When it looks like the sun wouldn’t shine anymore, God put a rainbow in the clouds”. – Allyson Williams
Everyone can start over. It’s just a matter of deciding to do so. Several years ago, my aunt was divorced after almost 25 years of marriage. As a child, my earliest memories of her were as someone who was carefree and lots of fun. One of my favorite things to do was watch her as she dressed to go out dancing. Her black leather pants, spiked belt, and fierce shoe game were her signatures. She has always been a character of sorts, and as I grew older, I watched that spirit become a bit more subdued. And for me her light seemed to dim a bit.
But not everything.