Did you know Audrey Hepburn danced? She danced in Holland to raise money for the resistance, those who fought Hitler during WWII before becoming an actress. I wonder what happened when she stopped dancing. Was there fear after the dance? I am researching her for one of our boxes, however, I was fearful building a Grace and Grit box around her. What if I couldn’t secure her property rights? What if her representative laughed at my small business? I find a random e-mail to her estate and sent an inquiry. I get a response. Two days later our correspondence ends with the representative revealing that he is, in fact, no ordinary representative. He ends his email with “It would be a fitting tribute to our mother.” I should have called him “sir.”
I led that dance.
Fear didn’t win in Audrey’s life. She fought it, she fought the fear of war. She fought the fear of starvation. In fact, she fought fear so much we think of her as selfless. She didn’t stay under the covers.
Sometimes the best way to fight fear is to serve others. To become totally selfless.
Women of our past fought the fear. They fought those things that hindered the female spirit, that steal the voices of young girls that bind them into conformity and wipe out all original thought.
They selflessly fought stereotypes and mindsets that compress girls into fear of change. They dreamed bigger than they were allowed to. Fear makes us fall into ugly crevasses of others expectations. These women who we celebrate, danced out of the crevasses and became heroes against the fear.
In the end, we, as women, must fight fear, there is no choice. Sometimes for yourself, but deeper still, you decide to dance with it, for the benefit of the young girl sitting next to you in church, watching you cry.