I think a lot of women my age think it’s a big deal to turn 25. Some feel like it’s the end of their days of carefree fun, but for me it’s just the beginning. I’m finally coming into my own and I don’t feel like I’m tripping through life anymore. In honor of this metamorphosis, this year instead of celebrating me, I wanted to do something to celebrate all the brave, intelligent, and gracious women in my life who made me the woman I am today.
They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I was certainly no exception. I’ve been strong willed, hard headed, stubborn, and even naive at times. But I’ve also been happy, carefree, rebellious, and independent. I don’t believe that being raised stops at childhood, nor does it stop at your family. I think that every person you form a relationship with raises you in some way or another. It could be someone you’ve worked with, someone you’re friends with, or even someone you are no longer friends with.
I’ve learned invaluable lessons over the years in self-worth, self-love, self-care, caring for others, living abundantly, and so many more from all of these women. Now I want to share all of these lessons with you, I want to share what I learned in the last 25 years from The Women Who Raised Me.
This blog series is dedicated to all the women in my life near and far, old and new, good or bad, and everything in between. Every one of you is special in your own way and has left an impression on my life. Thank you for helping to raise me.