There is a particular kind of tension that settles into women’s funding and advocacy spaces — a sense that everything matters deeply, immediately, and all at once. The work is urgent. The stakes are high. The calendar is full. Even the coffee tastes slightly stressed.

Funding cycles are short and seem to demand that we fill the hours with news-cycle-induced campaigns. Even well-intentioned conversations can carry a low hum of pressure, as if pausing too long might be wasting the precious minutes we feminist whirlwinds have available to save the planet.
Over time, urgency has a way of turning even our best ideas into sprinting marathons — a pace that no one can sustain, and that very few enjoy.
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