03/05/2026
As we head into Women’s History Month, remember this:
We did not arrive here alone.
I feel the presence of the women who came before us. Their strength, their pain, their triumphs. Women who fought battles I’ll never fully understand, who made choices no one should have to make, who gave so much of themselves so we could stand here today, stronger, freer.
They are not just history; they are the foundation beneath my feet. Their voices echo in the wind, their stories live in my blood, and their resilience is woven into the fabric of my being.
But this mountain isn’t finished. Each step I take, each act of courage, each refusal to shrink or remain silent adds another stone, another layer, another height. And when I falter, I think of them—of their unyielding strength, and I rise again.
Legacy is not just what we inherit; it’s what we create. It’s knowing that the choices I make today will ripple forward, shaping the lives of women I will never meet. It’s asking myself: What can I do to honor them? What can I build to make the climb easier for those who will come next?
We owe it to them. We owe it to ourselves. And we owe it to the women who will stand on our shoulders and see a world we only dared to dream of.
This is how we make the mountain taller. This is legacy.
꩜ Ella