I recently added my personal journals to the family archives. The words in those journals follow me on adventures through various jobs, some in hostile territory. Does anybody else remember what it was like having the audacity to claim we could manage in traditionally male work environments? I wrote about it. But I also wrote about the joys (and lessons) that came with leaving the corporate world for a farm of my own. So much more material to work with.
As I read my journal along with the writings of my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, I see that we all had the quiet audacity to take on challenges and build our own lives, not always according to traditional patterns.