I’m watching the feed today, and I see "tropical storm amanda" trending. And my mind just drifts to all the women I know, the ones who are the calm in the eye of every storm. Not just the weather kind, but the storms that brew in boardrooms, in homes, in communities.
You know, we're often expected to be the ones who weather it all. To stand firm, to innovate, to keep the peace, to keep the lights on even when the power's out. I've read the bio, and it is impressive. But I'm here to honor the woman who had to survive the chapters that didn't make the press release. The ones where she was the only pillar standing.
Sheryl, you just talked about joy being your real ROI, and it just resonated. Because for so long, we measure our worth by how well we can navigate the chaos, how much we can carry. But sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here. We don't do "fine" in this corner. We do honest. And honestly, sometimes the greatest strength is knowing when to let the storm pass and just… exist. I see the glory, but I honor the story. And your story, even the parts that feel like a tropical storm, is worthy.