It probably took until I was about 21 for me to realise the golden influence I was surrounded by growing up.
The women around me (people like my mum, my grandma and my sister) spent more time telling me what I could wear, where I could go and what I could say rather than actively trying to lift me up. Or so I thought.
It’s only the power of hindsight that gave me the vision and the clarity to realise that lifting me up was exactly what they were doing all along. Their strict rules were protecting me, their work ethic subconsciously imposing itself on me.
Their desire to literally steal half my dinner to give to someone going through a rough time was teaching me that kindness and generosity should be exercised no matter the circumstance.
It took me 21 years to realise I didn’t need to turn on the television, read a book or go to the movies to be inspired, as a woman, by women. Instead, all I had to do was observe, so very closely, the women around me. Inspiration and motivation was so much closer than I’d ever dared to consider.