Hello Reader,
First, Happy Black History Month. I hope you have felt affirmed in knowing that you are an essential thread in the tapestry of this nation and across the globe. While we are still celebrating firsts, our history is deep and expansive. It has shaped, strengthened, and sustained the very fabric of this country. You are not an afterthought in that story. You are central to it. And you are worthy of being honored not just in February, but every single day.
I have been thinking a great deal about what is happening in this country and how, in many ways, it echoes the conditions that birthed the Civil Rights Movement. Some are calling this a golden age. Others are experiencing a golden rage. Both realities can exist at the same time.
I understand the tension. Like many of you, I have had a sleepless night or ten, wondering about my next move. Wondering about my family. Wondering about the future of this nation.
I have never felt like I did not belong here. We built this country. And if we did not carry immense power, there would not be such a layered, expensive effort to erase the contributions of our ancestors and elders. Erasure only happens when legacy is undeniable.
But what I also recognize in this moment is that we are being presented with an opportunity. An opportunity to be louder than ever before.
I am not talking about protest. I am talking about presence.
Being fully ourselves. Sharing our gifts without shrinking. Taking more adventures. Receiving more love in all its forms.
As women, and especially as Black women, we have been conditioned to lead and to caretake. Labels have been placed on our backs so early and so often that life can begin to feel heavy. The weight shows up in restless nights and overwhelming days.
I am not suggesting we abandon responsibility. We do have obligations. But I am saying we can redefine how we carry them.
The cape we wear was not designed by us. It was shaped by society, family expectations, peers, and culture. We put it on and flew anyway. We circled the sun with it.
Now life is asking something different.
It is asking us to make bold and meaningful choices that do not simply elevate everyone around us, but center our own dreams and desires.
I know there is something on your “one day” list.
One day I will write the book.
One day I will learn the language.
One day I will leave the job.
Whatever your “one day” is, now is the time to move it into a plan.
Get clear. Get focused. Get centered on the desires of your heart.
Return to the genesis of who you are, before the titles and the status. Before mother, wife, partner, executive, director, daughter, and everything in between. Reconnect with the woman you were before the world told you who to be.
Listen to that voice within. Give your imagination room to speak. Ask yourself what life could look like if the dream were not deferred, but developed.
The truth is, dreams do not expire with age. Possibility does not have a deadline.
What it requires is clarity. Commitment. And a plan.
Step by step, we move away from the noise of the world and walk deeper into ourselves. Life is not something to merely survive. It is something to create and to experience fully.
You deserve that experience.
With care,
Monica Wisdom
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