The hardest thing each day is to climb out of the prison of insignificance and with all the sweat of effort and uncertainty still keep the tenderness within. I used to think it was like that for all women. I'm not so sure these days. I see lots of proud confidence and effortless joy. I'm simply not sure I always see the truth there. To the outside world, I possibly also look confident and joyous, at least some of the time. I hope we will all catch up to genuine confidence and joy, and I hope it will be sooner rather than later.
I sent you magical handholds and footholds and colorful climbing ropes today.