“Margaret, I’m sorry it took me thirty days to understand what you tried to tell me for twenty years.”
I answered quietly.
“It wasn’t thirty days, Robert. It was twenty years.”
He didn’t argue.
And perhaps that was the biggest change of all.
I’m sixty years old now.
I don’t know how many years I have left, but I know one thing.
I will never again spend them trying to prove that my work, my time, and my life have value.
Because they always did.
And if there’s one thing I want every woman reading this to remember, it’s this:
Just because your work doesn’t come with a paycheck doesn’t mean it’s worth nothing.
And just because you’ve spent decades taking care of everyone else doesn’t mean it’s too late to start taking care of yourself. ❤️