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Startup Day 325

Today I'm writing to remind myself of what female founders are capable of. I'm writing something I can revisit in moments of doubt and imposter's syndrome. Near the end of this day, I lamented the overdue social media post, the pending follow-ups to prospects, the presentation for a startup accelerator that won't write itself. 

But then I paused that voice in my head. Yesterday, an advisor described the vision in my head of supporting ALL parents and primary caregivers of children with disabilities, especially those most marginalized. She wants to help me create that system change. Today, I had two amazing conversations -- one person wanting to introduce me to a major company to pitch a pilot of Empowered Together with its employees and one agency wanting me to present to its partner orgs about ableism and intersectionality. 

Those are big wins right now. They also come against a backdrop of juggling five medical appointments across two days. As a female founder, I "got to" participate in two breast imaging appointments today, something my male counterparts don't have to worry about. As a mom, I "got to" take my two kids to three different appointments. I'm grateful that I have the capabilities to manage all that. And taking stock of the good that came amidst juggling life's necessities reminds me that we female founders should never be underestimated because we get *&^% done!

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