Be the Woman You Keep Wishing You Were
I hear it all the time, from women everywhere. “I wish I was more like her.” The “her” they’re referring to is often someone just like themselves. Human. Female. Usually of a similar age. But she’s different in some powerful way. Some way that the woman I’m talking to wishes she too could attain, but that has somehow eluded her.
So how did that other woman get that way? Was she just lucky?