hello 33

Today is not the day we imagined we’d have, is it?

This year’s theme needed some tweeks.

30 was acceptance

31 was motherhood

32 was setting our limits and finding our tribe. (32 didn’t really have a succinct theme.)

33… oh 33. We were going to be empowered this year, weren’t we? Instead we are enraged, engulfed, and emboldened.

You know what? Let’s own it. Let’s rage like the fire-breathing she-dragon we can be. We know we are. We’ve got a patriarchy to smash, bigots to slay, racists to resist.

And a daughter to raise believing she too can breathe fire.