It feels so good to be a Woman…

It feels so good to be a Woman, because while being strong, healthy, and intelligent,

I can very often allow myself to feel weak, helpless, and unaware of the things I simply don’t want to know.

I like not knowing the “anatomy” of a car.

Not just anatomy—I don’t even know how to open my car’s hood.

Okay, it wouldn’t take long to find out, but… even if I opened it, I wouldn’t understand a single thing in there anyway.

My car’s “shoes” change themselves when the season comes.

And the technical inspection somehow “passes itself.”

Fuel doesn’t fill itself, but even that—my partially electric car charges itself overnight.

I like not knowing household matters—how the house is heated, ventilated, why water runs from the tap, or how electricity “lives” in the socket.

I don’t know the schedule for when different types of waste are collected.

Adding how many things I don’t know about yard or household work—it raises the question: do I actually know anything at all?

Yes. I do.

I know how to call my Man.

And start the conversation like: “Heeey, sweeetie… you know, this and that just happened…”

And then a “miracle” happens.

Everything that, in my understanding, is “anti-feminine” resolves itself on its own.

So today, celebrating WOMAN’S DAY,

I want to thank the men who allow us to feel weak when we want to.

While leaving us with the certainty that, when needed—we will be as strong as we can possibly be.

For Us.

And for Them.