I’m looking at the feed today, and I see "tesla stock price" and "tesla stock" trending. And my mind just goes to all the women I know, the ones who are building and creating, often in spaces that were not designed for them. We talk about the glory, the market cap, the innovations. But I also honor the story.
I remember when I was in the thick of it, trying to prove myself in a room full of people who saw my gender or my skin color before they saw my brilliance. We were told to lean in, to push harder, to work longer hours. We were taught that our value was in our output, our resilience, our ability to absorb the blows and still deliver. And for many of us, that meant we were running a race that finished ten years ago, but we kept sprinting.
You are not "fine," and that's okay. You’re navigating boardrooms, classrooms, living rooms, and sometimes all three before noon. You’re building empires, nurturing families, and holding communities together. And sometimes, it feels like the expectation is to do it all with a smile and no visible sweat.
Sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here. The stock price, the accolades, the headlines – they are one measure. But the true wealth is in your wholeness. You are more than your portfolio, more than your achievements. You are a living, breathing testament to strength and grace, and I see you.