I’m writing for only half of us today; to and for women. I trust my male readers will forgive me, and you may be able to glean something from this short post as well.
Celebrate her. Whatever constellation of attributes and behaviors she leaves in her wake, celebrate her. Find something you can appreciate; maybe the role she plays in her microcosm of our greater whole. Wrap your attention around that, and leave the rest–the rest of it is her business and reserved for her attention, insomuch as it may or may not serve her. Embrace her, separately from your desires that she be more like you, or less like you, or how she’d make you feel more comfortable if she would just…
Pour a moat. Firm up your boundaries. Know where she starts and ends, and where you start and end, and how though you’re entirely separate and maybe even totally dissimilar, the complexity of our universe leaves us forever entwined.
Celebrate her. Appreciate her place, and how it’s not yours. Not all things are for you.
Celebrate her successes and confidence.
Her guts and panache.
Maybe it’s her quiet diligence and abstinence from the refrain.
Honor the times she can and the times she can’t.
Her Godliness, spiritual dance, or her dissonance from those.
The way she keeps the best parts of herself back, and doesn’t even know why.
The way she pours the best parts of herself out until her depletion is absolute.
Her slips, trips, stumbles, and falls.
Mistakes, fears, indiscretions, and even her egregious errors.
Celebrate how she picks herself back up.
Dusts herself off.
And shines again.
Celebrate her shining.
Lift her up, as you lift yourself up.
Let her be.
Come always from a place of love.
We can only ever thrive from a place of love.
I can only ever approach things from a place of love.
And when you can’t, or I cannot, then we turn inward and gently polish the windshields over our own hearts; and we wait on it. These things take time.