By far, it emerged as the most incredible year of my life.
I discovered a woman I’d put to sleep as a child out of fear that I wouldn’t be able to control her; that she would burn me; that people would—well—it didn’t matter because all of that hiding only isolated me from everything and everyone that mattered.
More than once this past year, and in rather dramatic Robin fashion, I stepped off the ledge of that life, intentionally kept small by my own fears, and discovered my own ability to fly.
Acknowledging and embracing the call to teach; leaving for France and the time there alone; returning to answer a call from spirit; believing in my own worth enough to launch ACW.
I let all that I’ve seen and known about myself all my life emerge without any apologies.
And, now, I see with so much more than my eyes, hear with so much more than my ears, believe with so much more than faith.
Women of my generation – I see you.
Women of my generation – I hear you.
Women of my generation – I believe in you.
Rise up, my sisters. 2020 is calling.