I have not written to you in a while. I was having a block. It’s hard to explain everything that’s been going on, and I will unpack it as we get back to normal in the coming months. While I was struggling, my father gave me a copy of Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own.” I have read it before, but not for a long time.
I had obviously forgotten its meaning. Why would he pick this for me at this very moment? He knew what I had not yet recognized, somehow, I had lost my room. It was cluttered with family health concerns, worries about work, the daily chores that were overwhelming my space. I did not read it right away.
Over the last 10 days, I have been with my kids in Israel visiting family. What an absolutely incredible place. So profound. Every step feels like you are walking at the dawn of time. Every place blessed with the history of thousands who had stepped, prayed, fought, wept and loved before me. To be united with my family after the pandemic years, with my children old enough to remember these days, was a reminder - the moments matter. Yes, the big picture and our goals and our plans are important - we need our “north stars” and our dreams. But sometimes, we need the moments.
When I returned to my home office this morning in the early hours of a jet lagged sleep, I sat at my desk and realized …. I re-found a room of my own. How lucky I am to have this space, not just physical but mental space, to sit and write, and pray and weep and laugh and learn. How lucky am I to be loved and supported by my family, friends, team and all of you.
My gratitude for being a woman in this moment is overwhelming. And I know, first hand, that we do not always feel like we are #winning, but when you need a break, find a room of your own … maybe not physically but in your mind’s eye. Fill your spirit with moments that matter.
Now, let’s get back to work.
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