Congratulations! You are living at the most evolved apex of your DNA heritage.
We're each passed a genetic baton, carrying our foremothers' garnered woes and wisdom, evolving it, and passing it on to our daughters, who will do the same.
How we transform it while it's ours is up to us.
Today I was faced with something I realised was ancient, common to all women everywhere throughout history - the imbalance of over-sacrificing to serve the greater family.
My partner had lazily failed to do his 'household duties shift' on my workday.
I became stuck with it, angry at his convenient self-entitled neglect, angry at sacrificing precious time to pick up his slack.
And for that matter, ultimately angry at the whole underlying antiquated history of unequally distributed work, where men have been selfish, lazy, and women unseen, overburdened.
Though our relationship's grown and shifted immensely, baselines raised, boundaries strong, naturally sometimes we lapse short of benchmark.
Today, I swallowed a dose of unconscious archaic gender unfairness.
Rare for my relationship these days, though occasionally re-appearing like an old ugly unwelcome guest.
We all stumble as we grow, so I usually accept imperfection, but today's absent self-compassion left me momentarily stuck in self-loathing, harshly judging myself for my weak, tolerant acceptance.
The compassion returned as I realised I was not alone in my vexing indignation - my foremothers have all felt versions of this, though to more despairing degrees than myself.
I imagined them silently loathing their inability to break free from male-dominant cultural landscapes, disparagingly diminished in unbalanced power, acquiescing in bitter resignation. Her only prescribed role a cage, devoid of dreams, legacy, or purpose beyond subserviating to everyone else.
Being a woman needn't mean survival, as for my foremothers.
I choose how my life goes, rejecting whatever undesirable expectations I choose not to live by.
For me, that's safe.
For her, that mostly meant bereavement, danger, even death. She was reliant upon adhering to prejudiced patriarchal frameworks - A paradigm I've long declined (though sometimes, as today, slip)
Though my ancestors, who had no choice, left traces of fear, sacrifice, and resentment in my genetic baton, I remain immeasurably grateful that I've been able to challenge and redefine what 'Woman' means to me - Free to choose how my life goes, who I am as 'Woman'. And ultimately, compassion for my imperfection.
I'm passing that on.
I'm also pondering a positive streak that's programmed into my DNA - both sets of my grandparents risked certainty, comfort and security, leaving Europe and entering unknown, unfamiliar territory migrating to Australia.
See, it's also in my blood to tread the risky path, following that fragrance knowing that there's a better version of life to claim than the one we were born into.
The dare to follow the dream.
I'm doing just that.
And I'm passing that one on too.
Which moulds are you going to break, victories keep, or pathways pioneer for yourself, and all that follow you?
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