Some days, I feel exhausted as well as overwhelmed. I feel like I am carrying more than I can handle. However, I have learned something important. I know that feeling low does not mean you stop. It means you pause, breathe and keep moving.
People told me what women could not do for years. We could not balance work and home. We could not be leaders. We could not be taken seriously if we worked from our living rooms with a baby on one hip.
They said, “You can’t.”
So, I did.
“Women Cannot Work from Home.” Oh Really?
I heard all the usual doubts when I first started working remotely. “You will get distracted.” “You would not be productive.” “No one will take you seriously over Zoom.”
They assumed that because I worked from home, I was not really working. That I was squeezing in emails between cooking meals and doing laundry. That I could not be a professional and a mother at the same time.
They were wrong.
I built a system that worked for me instead of against me. I learned how to juggle deadlines and diaper changes. I figured out how to lead, manage, and grow from a home office that doubled as a playroom. Note that I was not alone.
There were so many women like me. Women who had the talent, the ambition, the fire—but no platform to prove it. So, I created one.
Restructuring the Office—and the Rules
I did not want a mere job. I wanted a workplace that made sense for women like me. I wanted an office where flexibility was not a favour—it was the standard. I yearned for a workplace where women were not constantly having to prove their worth.
So, I built it.
I made sure leadership meetings were not scheduled at impossible hours. I made sure career growth did not come at the cost of motherhood. I ensured women did not have to apologise for having a life outside of work.
It is because no one should have to choose between being a great employee and a great mother, sister, daughter, or friend.
They Said “You Can’t.” I Said “Watch Me.”
I would not lie—there were moments I wanted to give up. There were moments when people doubted me and doubted myself. However, each time I thought about quitting, I remembered why I started.
I wanted to prove that women are not weak, distracted, or incapable. We are strong. We are focused. We are leaders.
We do not need permission to take up space.
I believe something with my whole heart: A woman can only empower another.
And if I can lift even one woman up, then every struggle, every sleepless night, every “you can’t” has been worth it.
So, to every woman reading this—you can. And if they tell you otherwise, just smile. Then go out and prove them wrong.