You did not become strong because shit worked out.

You became strong because shit went very very very wrong, and you handled it.

And when I say, "you handled it". It doesn't mean you sucked it up in silence and accepted "what is". I mean you handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days, and you fell and you stubbled and then you got back up and handled it again.

The women I admire for their strength and grace did not get there because shit worked out.

I was with a friend this weekend and she told me that my content has been speaking to her lately. I was shocked because my greatest wonder as a writer and coach is if what I am saying resinates with anyone. After hearing her comment I started thinking why would she say that?

And I came to this conclusion...

My story is your story.

My story is proof to others that shit can completely "not work out" the way you plan and joy can still find you.

And it is the truth! Those who have suffered and risen up after, are the people we most admire. Because we see a glimmer of hope that if we were to fall or have to suffer in our own lives, it would be possible to become even stronger than we already are.

It's the truth. Whether you believe it now or not, is ok.

Maybe right now you judge or feel sorry for people who fall. And that makes sense too, because you don't know what it is like to fail yet or lose someone yet. Thank goodness for that.

But one day you will know falling, because it happens to us all. And on that day you will look to women who have HANDLED THEIR SHIT. You will look to them for hope that you too can stand again even stronger, not because shit worked out but because shit didn't.