March has become my favorite month without me even realizing it. Every March signifies the beginning of spring. Life is blossoming. It’s also an opportunity for a fresh start for those of us that have failed to keep their New Year’s resolutions. There’s something poetic and meaningful beyond my understanding that Zora Grace, my daughter, was born in the month of March. This month is culturally significant as well, due to the recognition of women’s history. How fitting that my daughter was born in the same month that we earmarked to highlight the many contributions women have made in society? It opens my eyes to how I’ve evolved over the years in the way I view women. Some would say that having a daughter should not be the spark to make one change their views on women in general, but I say everyone has their own unique path to walk. The end goal is equality and equity, though the method to achieve that objective may certainly differ. Contrary to popular thought, none of us were born “woke”. We all came to our current consciousness through experiences, but most importantly through mistakes.