Last week in NYC, Cora invited me to attend a feminist group she leads. I mean, hello, I could not get my cheeks in that seat fast enough!
There were about thirty young women (and two young men) participating in a two-hour meeting that blew my doors off in the best possible way. Cora got up and gave a really interesting collaborative talk in front of the live audience AND a Zoom audience (this is not easy to do)... and I sat there watching her lead with such power, and I felt something crack open in me.
Yes, I was proud, but I was also TAKING NOTES.
She posed a question to the group and had us pair up to talk it through:
What would a feminist utopia look like to you?
And I was speechless for a bit.
I do this for a living. I have a tool I use with clients called “Precap” which is recapping your best possible result in advance. How much revenue do you want to earn this year? What projects light you up? Are you getting the book deal? My Summer of Yes clients are precapping right now. By the end of the summer, what do you want to be proud of? What do you want to say actually happened for you? Let’s decide, in advance, how this will roll out.
I have precapped thousands of futures. I have never once precapped... the world?
So I sat with it. What might be possible for all of us? Not for my business... not for my year. For society?
Then the answers started moving around the room and I could have wept.
They described a world where gender isn’t the first thing anyone uses when they describe you. Where healthcare isn’t a fight. Where education and bodily autonomy and basic human dignity are simply assumed.
The thing that struck me most was the vibe. Nobody in that room was ranting. (And you know I love a good rant. I believe ranting is part of my purpose on this earth lol.) This was something else. This was a room full of people who had decided to build a better world instead of only grieving the one we have.
I think you might need to hear that this week.
If you have been watching the news and deciding all is lost, that we are too far gone, that the ground we lost is gone for good, I want to tell you what I saw with my own eyes. In a meeting room in New York City, there are women gathering who believe a better world is possible. And they are not only believing it. They are doing the work.
So let me ask you the question Cora asked me.
What would it feel like to live in a world where women had equal pay? Where your body was your own. Where healthcare was a given and community was collaborative instead of competitive. Let yourself actually picture it. Don’t rush past it.
And then stay with me, because it is the piece where we come in...
Building that world takes money.
This is the reason I am so fierce about you focusing on and growing your business. Not because money is the point in itself, although I will never apologize for a woman wanting more of it. A feminist utopia gets built with resources. It gets funded. It takes revenue in the hands of women who will turn around and create runway for the ones coming up behind them. The ones in rooms like Cora’s, dreaming out loud on a Tuesday night.
I want to continue being unapologetic about that.
So on this fine Summer Sunday, I am not asking you to fix everything. I am asking you to precap the world. Picture the better one. Then let’s go make and raise the money that builds it.
A better world is possible. I have met the women who are building it. Some of them are barely 26, and one of them is my daughter.
Life is delicious and the future is ours to fund.
XOXO,
Susan




My own daughters give me so much hope and a model to follow. My older daughter (45) poses questions that make me go hmmmmmm. She's feisty and grounded and accepts no nonsense.
Mama, I think this means we raised strong daughters.