“As a woman, what keeps you strong and outspoken?”
“How are you doing all this?”
“What inspires you?”

I get asked these questions often. And truthfully? Sometimes, I don’t know.
I don’t have a formula. I haven’t figured it all out. I just know that this is who I am.
That Instagram caption that says, “I’ll panic first and then figure it out”?
That’s me. Every single time.
I might look like I have it together, but most days, I’m figuring it out moment by moment.

We are all trained to show our wins, our joy, our curated calm.
But when we fall? We often retreat quietly—to whatever safety nets we can find.

The thing is—not all nets are safe. Some let you fall.

But maybe that fall is part of the process. Because how else do you learn to rise?

What Inspires Me?

If I had to give you a straight answer, it’s this: It’s always been the women.

From childhood to now, I’ve been surrounded by women who did extraordinary things in the most ordinary ways. Today, that circle still exists—only now, it’s global.

I live in Ireland, and there’s a small group of us who’ve become each other’s strength. We call ourselves the Shaktiwomen—a reminder of the quiet power we carry. We don’t know what tomorrow holds, but one thing is clear: Wherever we go, we’ll take our strength with us.

My First Role Model: My Mother

Of all the women who’ve shaped me, my mother stands at the core.
She’s my blueprint—my reminder that leadership doesn’t always look like a title.
She’s been a wife, a mother, and a businesswoman—often all at once.
She hosted meetings in the morning, showed up at our school, kept tabs on our lives, and still came home to cook dinner.
What she did—is easily the work of three people.
Yes, she had a partner. Yes, there was help.
But her fire, her presence, her ability to stand tall in every room? That was all her.
Today, people might say women like her were operating from a trauma response.
Maybe that’s true. But for me, she proved something else:
That women can carry entire worlds—and still keep their minds, their families, and their dignity intact.

Watching Power Shift in My Community

It wasn’t just at home where I witnessed strength. I saw it in my community too.
In many traditional housing societies, the structure is predictable:
The man is the president. The woman, the secretary.

Men hold the title. Women hold the weight.

But I have watched that begin to shift. Women stopped following quietly and started speaking up.

They asked for space. They created it. I have heard women say: “Yes, my husband is the president—but I’m the one leading here.” And they weren’t wrong. These weren’t women hiding in shadows.
They were standing beside power—and sometimes rising above it.

The Seat at the Table

One moment that stayed with me happened at a recent inauguration. Everything paused—no one moved forward—until she arrived. Not out of obligation. But out of respect.

That moment said everything. Being given a seat is not the same as making one.
One is offered politely. The other is earned, carved out, and built—with or without help.

And maybe that’s what I’ve been doing all along.
Without even realising it, I have been learning how to make my own seat.

To the Women Still Fighting for Space

To the women speaking up—in boardrooms, neighborhoods, classrooms, and homes—
I see you. And I get it.

The way we are evolving—becoming louder, stronger, more visible—
I know, without doubt: We are getting there. Together.

One Story I’ll Never Forget

There’s a story Michelle Obama once told about a dinner she had with Barack. She looked at him and said, “You’re lucky you married me. Otherwise, someone else would be President of the United States.”
That’s the energy. That’s the fire.
And I believe more of us are stepping into it—every single day.

Final Words

Find your inspiration. Let it lead you. Even when you’re unsure, uncertain, or unfinished—
you might just uncover strength and capability that go beyond what you ever imagined.