A Woman's Strength

Strength is incredible and profound...my strength is incredible and profound, and so is yours.

I've had woman say to me, you make things look so easy and effortless, it's not like that for me.  And, what I want to tell them, is that it wasn't like that for me either, at first.  But just like everything, the more you do something, the motions become automatic, it's muscle memory now.   It's not that it was ever easy, it's that you have done it so many times that your body remembers the motions.   

We learn to survive, even when we are drowning.  We learn that the panic we feel when the water is filling our lungs must be kept at bay, that only when we find the calm can we swim.  Sometimes we must pull the breath from the depths of our stomachs to make our way to the surface.  Panic only burns our oxygen faster.  So we learn to stay calm.  We learn to breath deeply when we are treading water.  We find our strength to survive.  

It's these moments that we realize what we are capable of enduring, and surviving.  We never walk away unscathed, we have scars that are unseen, trauma that is buried so deep within us that we may never get to the bottom of it.  We have had to make choices that are not ideal, give away pieces of ourselves when there was virtually nothing left to give, raise our children alone while our husbands were at work, or non existent, walk through storms and fires all the while the winds scar our bodies and the fires burn our skin, yet we keep walking, inch my inch to survive, our children carried on our hips.  We learn that our strength is the force to be reckoned with.

It was never easy.  We remembered the motions, we remembered to breath when we were treading water so we could fight through the drowning.  

Anyway, just my thoughts for the day.

Until next time, 

Sarah