I met That Woman about 8 years ago. She was divorced with primary custody of her children, held down a full time job for low pay, had an hour commute, volunteered with the local art museum and various charities, still found time to pursue relationships and her own creative interests, AND go out for a beer on a Friday night because she knew I was lonely as I was new in town and my roommate was curmudgeonly.
I don't think that was the first time I met That Woman. Today may have been the first time I realized I ever met That Woman. Now that I realized That Woman exists, and I've met her, I see versions of her in others. Others I admire. Others I respect. I want to be my own version of That Woman.