I realized today that I am old; but not in a bad way. I am a grown woman, for real. One that cares about what happens around her, to her, and I am grateful for that awareness. I used to harbor these feelings towards my mother for being so hard on me, but I wanted to drive over to her house and give her a hug today. Because if she had not taught me how to be a fighter, how to stand on my own two feet, and how to live in this world, I would be in a heap of trouble.
I look at younger women these days and I am concerned. Very concerned. There are a handful that have the work ethic and tenacity that it is going to require to fight the fight, but some are just succumbing. I watched a girl get fired today over some bullshit and she showed absolutely no remorse at all. None. Now, I don’t know what her insides were doing, but her outsides? Attitude, and like it was the job’s fault that she was fucking up. My brother is like that, too. Everything is everyone else’s fault, nothing is ever his fault. Life has dealt him a fairly blessed hand so far, yet he doesn’t even have a clue about how far and how deep. That is sad.
I look around me and I see these young people in their 20’s just movin through life with no purpose and I wonder what the hell happened. I know that it has become the age of video games and television and internet, but there has to be something else, right? Shiftless parents, failing schools, single-parent homes (although I would argue that single-parent homes can and do produce good kids)…where has the accountability gone? Maybe its because I no longer live in the city and I don’t know what life is in the ‘hood anymore that I don’t understand it. But ever since I was a teenager, I knew that I wanted to live. I knew that I wanted a bigger and better life. I knew that I didn’t want to succumb to whatever everyone thought I should be because of the color of my skin or my gender or what I looked like.
So instead of sitting here and asking questions, I’ve decided to do something about it. I am volunteering to mentor 3 young women, to teach them something that maybe they haven’t been taught. When I was young and dumb, I had my mother and my aunts, and older women who told me the things that I needed to know. Maybe this is part of my purpose. That teacher thing in me is wider than just being what I am at work…I need to expand on that and carry it through to other places…
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