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Friday morning of last week, I sat with a familiar kind of frustration — one that is part sorrow, part rage, part exhaustion.

I had just seen yet another racist depiction of Michelle Obama circulating in public life — an image meant to degrade, to dehumanize, to remind us that even the most accomplished Black women in the world are not spared from caricature.

It is hard to explain what that does to you. How it collapses the distance between history and the present. How it makes you feel both too seen and not seen at all. How it pulls you into the ache of knowing that our humanity is still treated as negotiable.

Halfway through the day, my mind returned to a memory I have carried for years.

It was 2011, my final year of my master’s program at Harvard. I was one of five African American students in a cohort of nearly 200. I already knew what it meant to be hypervisible and alone at the same time.

And then a message went out from the head of a student-led organization about the Dean’s Reception — sent to the entire student body — with my body portrayed as a cartoon monkey.

I remember the heat of embarrassment. The shock. The silence that followed. The way loneliness can echo in institutions that pride themselves on excellence while failing so profoundly at basic dignity.

I remember wondering how something so cruel could be made so casual.

These moments are not only about insult. They are about erasure — about reminding Black women, again and again, that the world will attempt to shrink us into something less than human.

And still, we endure. We lead. We imagine.

But I do not want us only to endure.

I want us to hold our humanity close. To expand it. To insist that our futures cannot be built on our diminishment.

That memory is not separate from the present moment. The same forces that reduce us to caricature also shape the conditions of our lives — our work, our safety, our ability to move through the world with dignity.

For Black women who lead in boardrooms, classrooms, kitchens, movements, and communities, this feeling is familiar.

We are often the canary.

So much of what Black women are asked to hold is framed as responsibility without reprieve. Vision without rest. Care without containment.

Those pressures are reflected in the numbers.

By the end of 2025, unemployment among Black women reached 7.3 percent. Although Black women make up only about 14 percent of women in the workforce, they accounted for more than half of women’s job losses over the past year. In many workplaces, we are asked, again and again, to hold a vision for what’s possible while absorbing uncertainty — to move quickly while carrying everyone else with us.

So much of what Black women are asked to hold is framed as responsibility without reprieve.

All of this is unfolding at a time when resources are shrinking and access to funding remains uneven for Black women leaders who are building and leading.

But we come from a lineage that understood something essential: planning for the future and living into it at the same time is not a contradiction. It is wisdom.

So I want to offer a different invitation for 2026.

We do not need permission to lead. And still, we are being called to reimagine leadership beyond the narrow scripts society hands us.

And we can do that not through urgency, not through productivity as proof, but by holding fast to our humanity and practicing imagination as a daily act of freedom. Imagination tells the truth about where we are — and insists we are more than what the world tries to reduce us to.

Imagination makes room for rest, care, pleasure, and community as legitimate strategies — not indulgences.

Our ancestors planned futures they might never see while tending to the present with creativity and devotion. They understood that imagination is not an escape. It is preparation.

This is the kind of imagination that shapes legacy quietly and consistently — not only through milestones, but through the pace we keep, the boundaries we honor, and the futures our daily choices are rehearsing.

As this year continues to unfold, my hope for you is this: move at the pace of integrity.

Remember that the pause is powerful. Make decisions not from urgency, but from what is sustainable and true. Give yourself a moment before saying yes, and trust your timing even when the world insists you hurry.

Remember that legacy is not only what you leave — it is how you live. It shows up in the boundaries you set, the rest you take without guilt, and the care you extend to yourself and your community. It is the choice to build a life future generations can inherit without inheriting your burnout.

Let your imagination be a companion, not a luxury. Make space to dream, even in small ways — writing down an idea, asking “what if,” letting yourself imagine something better while you are still in the middle of the work.

Imagination does not have to wait for perfect conditions. It can live alongside your responsibilities. Because imagination is not extra — it is a practice of possibility, a way of shaping what comes next.

When our labor is devalued, when our leadership is dismissed, when our opportunities are cut, imagination becomes more than inspiration — it becomes a blueprint for freedom and a refusal to accept the world as it is.

The future does not require our exhaustion.

And leadership, at its most honest, is not only about what we are building for tomorrow — but how we are living today.

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