To the woman I write for
I write for the woman who thinks she might be running out of runway. She's hurtling at full speed, burning herself to the ground, floating for a few moments yet never entirely taking off.
I write for the woman who thinks her moment to shine has passed, convinced she must hang her coat and move on. She wants to believe that she has her own timeline and that success can be redefined.
I write for the woman who wants to share her most important work. She thinks it's the accolades, the well-run business, the designer house but knows deep down her most important work is to know thyself.
Mostly, I write for this woman because the woman who needs to hear it most is me.