When I dare to be powerful—
to use my strength in the service of my vision,
then it becomes less and less important
whether I am afraid.
When I was growing up, my best friend was a girl named Ellie. We spent hours at Ellie’s house, dreaming up kingdoms in faraway lands where we could rule as nobles. Our subjects were popular dolls named Barbie and Ken. Ellie’s mother’s closet provided beautiful “gowns,” as well as the all-important blue eye shadow and red lipstick. We were very regal princesses.
Sadly for me, Ellie and I didn’t live in the same town. We didn’t go to the same school. So we couldn’t see each other too often.
Of course, back then, a chance to see Ellie meant my parents ...