It’s fascinating how a simple scroll through Instagram can be inspiring, informational, and deeply emotional all at once. The other night, while lounging on the couch with my husband, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of other women’s lives—each story more different than the last.
I saw a former college classmate posting about the cordial relationship she maintains with her ex-husband. They aren’t just “getting along”; they are collaborating beautifully for the sake of their cat. It warmed my heart to see that even in the wake of divorce, compassion can remain.
Then, I saw two acquaintances sharing “lovey-dovey” photos with their second husbands and children. Knowing their history, I felt a surge of pride. I am so glad they found the courage to walk away from abusive first marriages and open their hearts to a second chance at safety and joy.
Further down my feed, another woman shared how much stronger she feels since leaving an abusive partner who had begun to target their daughter. She has chosen the path of the single mother, and I am in awe of her grit.
Then there are the women who have bypassed marriage altogether. They are having the time of their lives—traveling the globe, celebrating at friends’ weddings, and shattering glass ceilings in their careers without giving a damn about “traditional” timelines. I am so glad they feel empowered to claim that space.
I recently asked a friend in her late 30s about her thoughts on having children. She simply mentioned she hadn’t really thought about it yet. In a world that often demands an answer from women, I am glad she has never felt forced to provide one.
I even saw a post from someone who came out of the closet after years of marriage. Whether she found a community of support or simply found herself, I am glad she finally has the freedom to live her truth.
And then, there are those of us in the middle of the “traditional” juggle—married women balancing kids, careers, husbands, dishes, and dinner, all while trying to “have it all.”
Looking at all these different lives reminded me that there is no “correct” way to live. We live in an era where the “standard script” for a woman’s life has been tossed out the window. Whether it’s co-parenting a pet, finding love a second time, choosing a solo path, or flourishing in a career without a ring on your finger, the common thread is autonomy. I am grateful to live in a time where we aren’t just defined by our roles as wives or mothers, but by our right to change our minds, leave what hurts us, and pursue what heals us. There is no one “right” way to be a woman; there is only your way. And I am so glad we finally have the choice.
Of Sun and Sand 