The Death of Compromise

Consistency, stability, and matching words with actions—every organization and human being must do this for you to have peace of mind. If they do not, eject and move on for your own sanity. The days of waiting around for a human being and putting up with all his eccentricities died the day my husband did. That woman is dead, along with her husband. The person who emerged after watching him go up in flames and floating his ashes away inside an insignificant tank is no longer a doormat. 

I choose to never be a doormat of a partner to another human being again. I choose to be an equal partner whose life and opinions matter, rather than someone who is expected to "adjust" and "compromise"—something women have been trained to do for centuries. But here's the deal: women are equal to men, and they always have been. Try enduring periods month after month, enduring childbirth, and juggling a home, aging parents, a child, and work all at the same time. Let that sink in for a moment, and tell me honestly: what part of the life she is leading makes you want to tell her to "compromise and adjust"? 

I love attending and listening to the success stories of female entrepreneurs and professionals. For centuries, women have suffered under the narrow-minded thinking of patriarchy, and it finally looks like it is our time to shine. So, let's get out there and do the best we can despite all the odds. Here's to never having to "adjust and compromise" ever again. Let us never shrink ourselves for another human being or an organization. Chin up, and fulfill all your wildest dreams!