Women Take The Floor Exhibit
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA
I had been incredibly uninspired for longer than I’d care to admit. Typically, a trip to a museum, a drive out of town, a new view, a walk in nature, all are things that can help shake me out of a funk. But I was far beyond the simple fixes working and had been embarrassingly better at avoiding the work that desperately needed to be consistently* put in to ever see real results.
Living in repetition, like so many of us watching the days melt away, I lost sight of my purpose and most days danced around being uncomfortably numb.
Personally, If I roll into the colder seasons of New England unmotivated, I often hibernate there until spring begins to bless us with her presence again. I am not proud of this, but my soul cries every time I keep it home for the winter. It is what it is. I’ve learned what makes my soul shine is warmth, love and light. And though in the past I’ve found most of my inspiration through the darkness, for the first time ever my words have been mute in rebellion. I let the disappointment from others and myself keep me down for too long. The support I needed, I was no longer receiving.
I know nothing lasts forever; feelings, friendships, love, light, happiness, and sadness, it all fades and we will always be forced to start anew every now and then. Change does not come comfortably, nor easily, for most, and this is why many of us avoid it. For so long I've celebrated others success, even when I was down, and supported their journey to it. And more so than not, I have been left empty and on read. Why would this matter if I had the utmost love and respect for myself? Maybe it would sting, but it wouldn't stop me from pushing forward. If I hadn't lost sight of myself, I wouldn't have let the silence weigh me down.
And so, I started over. I started to take those baby steps again. Towards loving myself more than anyone else in the world could. Because if I don't take action, how could I gain that love, support or respect I know I deserve? I know at my best, and even at my worst, I am still worthy. I also know, I do not need, nor want, that support or love from anyone who chooses to look away. But I will still show them a smile if they choose to glance.
The thing is, I will still choose love. I will continue to choose me.
Even if you choose not to.
I did not want to make this the main focus, rather wanted to end on this final note:
Women should support other women, not bring each other down.
Jealousy, hatred, greed: they are ugly traits and do not serve us any good.
Sadly, I have always dealt with so much of this from other women.
So much backlash and silence over our differences.
If you see someone struggling, instead of judging them or turning a blind eye because you may not understand, be kind.
Show support, when and if you can. Show love, in anyway you can. Not everything is a competition, nor do you need to shy away from lending your competitor a helping hand. We should be on each other's sides, and not in that fake way. But in a genuine, caring one. Let's do better. Let's take action and move forward together.
Because together, we can make life changing positive impacts and change the tone.
Women supporting other women because there should be, no, because there is no other way.
"My soul is a mixtape