We don’t need giant carved likenesses of our foremothers in granite on mountains, or statues in town squares. We don’t have giant head envy.
Sometimes, you just have to burn it down. You have to find your flame, burn it all down, and rise up out of the ashes. You won’t be the same, you will be changed, but your weapons will be powerful. Made of sweat, dirt, tears, anger, compassion for yourself, and new knowledge about the life ...