This morning I woke up rushing, I went and gently woke the kids and pushed them toward the restroom, I helped them get dressed, combed their hair, put some clothes in the washer, made my bed, and thought about what we were going to eat tonight.
I thought about my bills, the price of gas, and my non-existent love life. I thought how can help in making sure my girls feel positive about being black girls in society. I starting getting dressed and accidentally looked at myself in the mirror.
Who is that? "She could be really cute if she took the time" but then I said, "What time"?
So out the door, rush, rush, rush,
I took them to daycare and school, but remembered the woman in the mirror. I would really like to get to know her.
I thought about ways of finding a healthy balance. Balance in my mind, balance in loving myself, balance with dealing with my hidden issues (such as depression, self-esteem, and fear) exploring new things, and not being afraid to love again.
She is "Me" only now with armor, protecting herself from the world while burying herself in commitments.
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