Who is a woman of substance?Is she the beautifully tall lady walking in the ramp?Is she the one flashing around on social media? Maybe she is the one who uses what she has to get what she wants depending on the circumstance.
Who is a woman of substance?
Before the stages of aprons and kitchen gloves,We were girls to our parents,We strive to be something better and necessary to survive,This world before we join as homemaker,We strive to be women of substance.
To me, a woman of substance is a woman whose life means something, who’s gone through every adversity and even if she didn’t “win” comes out on the other end stronger, smarter; a woman who supports others — despite the cost. A woman who “uses” her life. . .she isn’t a spectator. She’s part of the solution, albeit only for her own small world of family and friends.We women have empowering powers within us, Though we might not be that strong in terms of physical strength but we more than make up with inner strength.We can give birth to new lives and nurture our own kind and others. We may not be big in size but we sure can be big in heart, in giving out love and we are just the right size to embrace both man or baby.My journey being a woman is quiet struggling one but I chase my dreams ,I work hard to attain my goals.I think being positive with determinations are keys to success.Embrace your individuality and be happy the way you are.It has been two years now. I had come to live here in Korba, Chhattisgarh. Korba, the name itslef is unfamiliar to almost everyone. That it is one of the largest power plants in the country and generating electricity for nearly a quarter of the country. Notwithstanding these trivia, Korba is deep in the remote part of Chhattisgarh, far away from any other population centre and nearly a six hour bumpy ride away from the state capital and the nearest airport, Raipur.. There are hardly any better opportunities for work, education or leisure.My husband got transferred to Korba from Delhi, i left behind a lucrative career to support my family .I was taken aback and was in the throes of indecision. Whether to move in with him for the sake of my teenage son’s education or to weather it out solitarily in Delhi. After much discussion and mulling I let go off my reservations and decided to quit my teaching job and move lock, stock and barrel to Korba. That I was ill prepared for Korba is an understatement. In Delhi, while I was perpetually on my toes, here I was wondering what to do with the sunny afternoons, the large dilapidated bungalow overgrown with grass on its large lawns. I longed for professional satisfaction, to do something worthwhile and ofcourse, to earn my own identityI have a degree of Mass communication and journalism worked for public sector but have to switch career to teaching for the sake of transferable job of my husband and to look after my son . I had gathered teaching experience in Delhi . I had worked hard to develop my skills. And then suddenly from the hectic life of Delhi to the idyllic abyss of Korba!Initially for a few months I flustered not knowing what to do and where to begin. Then I decided to begin at the beginning – my home. I worked relentlessly to convert the large overgrown lawn into a garden. I looked up gardening sites and you tube videos. I called up gardeners who were scarcely available and got saplings, manures and fertilisers from far and wide to populate my lawn. Slowly but surely, my lawn converted into a beautiful garden with roses, petunias, dahlias and marigolds. So much so that, passers by stop and take selfies against my garden now! In addition to gardening, I also started writing my blog. My journeys, stories near my heart, recipes and everything else. I poured my heart out in the blog. Gradually I got opportunity to write on several.large online platforms. I was honing my writing skills and getting invaluable inputs from my online band of small but loyal readers. Articles were published in Hitavada newspaper,Nai Duniya and my favourite magazine, WomansEra Gradually my articles started getting published in newspapers and magazines. I just could not believe my eyes when I saw my name in print! Then, some one else suggested regarding self publishing. So, I collected all my blog posts and approached Notion Press. And they happily published my book, Heartfulness. I particularly liked the title and the cover design. It reflected my innermost feelings. The book has really given me wings. Meanwhile, my gang of mentors were working overtime. Unknown to me my work , writing and garden were being scrutinised with careful eyes. Suddenly some six months back I was offered the post of Principal in a school .While I had been a teacher for nearly a decade in a variety of schools, the post of Principal seemed a bit daunting. But I accepted it with a hope in my heart and a prayer on my lips. Being a welfare school, it has limited resources and bringing up its standard was a challenge that I am still struggling with. I put may heart and soul into it and now it has seen rising membership. So much so that this academic year, several well to do people have approached me for the admissions!!! Iam trying to give these kids and my teachers whatever I know ,new technologies or teaching style etc. When I came to Korba i felt lonely ,I felt depriving but iused the amount of time I had.I challenged myself. Today, I can say without regret that I am more busy than i ever was in Delhi with my garden, writings, book, blogging and school taking up my enwrgy and time. In return I have got happiness. Yes, Korba is a challenge that I took with both my hands and today I can say I have come out with flying colours!So, for every woman I would suggest that find your dream in life and pursue itFollow your heart…never give up…and you can do anything. We all have the ability to do whatever it is we want to do and fulfill any dream we want to fulfill; we just have to go and do it. When you find your passion in life, it creates a meaning in your life and gives you a purpose in the world: it generates happiness.Live up to your morals and values- always remain aware of them.
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Never Forget your Worth!
A Woman’sWorth———————-A woman’s beauty is not only in the glow of her skin but the depth of her eyes.And the warmth of her heart.A woman’s strength is not only in the bow of her back,but the magnitude of her tears.
And the softness of her words.A woman’s wisdom is not only in the value of her words,but the knowledge of when to hold them.And the journey she takes to learn them.
A woman’s courage is not only in her determination to fight but her willingness to walk away.And confidence to say “NO”.
A woman’s grace is not only in the way she dances through her day but in the love notes she leaves .And the wonderful meals she prepares.
A woman’s love is not only in the kisses she gives ,but in the sacrifices she makes .And the moments given to you alone.
A woman’s worth is not only in the things she does ,but who she truly is and who she helps you become.
~ Mary Costanza -A Woman’s Heart And Soul
Love this !!!!!!