As I step into my thirties…
I leave behind apologizing for following my bliss. I leave behind trying to accommodate and compromising my sanity, peace of mind and lust for life to make everyone else at ease.
I leave behind the measuring my life in age and accomplishment.
I step into purpose. I step into walking into rooms and asking for the uncomfortable conversations to be had.
I step into the real meaning of freedom.
I’ve known freedom to be a friend but a friend with terms and conditions.
I am free, BUT there are children to feed, so you need to take that into consideration if you have to take stand a stand against the status quo.
As my thirties approach and as South Africa celebrates the 64th anniversary of the Federation of South African’s Women’s protest against carrying of passbooks. I find myself pondering on the passbook I’ve metaphorically been carrying: seeking permission for my freedom.
And I ponder on what, as a collective of women, it is we truly want and it is freedom at the core of it all. We want freedom.
Freedom to earn and be compensated the same as our male counterparts, freedom to be able to choose and move freely on our paths to our dreams and aspirations and freedom to get the business done whilst we raise the babies.
I’m turning 30 in a few days and this freedom means to me embracing my feminine values and embracing my ability to be vulnerable, nurturing, to move with freedom and fluidity through everything I do without being labeled bossy, girly or angry.
Well it’s taken me 30 years to find my real and true voice and to push against the notion that freedom should exist in masculine form alone. In this lifetime and in my thirties, I devote to my freedom and to that of women. Women that cook, care, clean and career the hell out of this life and to say to them – you are valid! We are valid. We matter. We deserve equality. We deserve to feel. We deserve to breath as we move and not hold our breath wondering whether our movement bothers someone.
And I ask you beautiful woman reading this right now? What have you held your breath in for because you feared it would upset the patriarchal structures around? What can you unstiffen up? The world is transforming, where can you embrace your feminine values?
As I step into my new cycle around the sun. I invite you step into your power with me.
Now this is the real meaning of freedom!
As I step into my thirties…
I leave behind apologizing for following my bliss.
I step into the real meaning of freedom.
As I step into my new cycle around the sun. I invite you step into your power with me.
Now this is the real meaning of freedom!