November 4, 2015
Perfecting the art of fine.
This is for the superwomen.
The ones who take on too much.
The ones who need to feel like they're in control.
The ones who get mad because others around them aren't pulling their weight but are also secretly glad because it just reaffirms their belief that they could do it better on their own anyway.
The ones who feel angry because yet another thing they've agreed to do that they didn't want to do has made them tired, stressed out, devoid of energy, ready to give up.
This is for the women who scream at their partners, and leave the house and cry in the car on the way to the appointment they have to keep.
This is for the women who hate the way things are and believe deep down that there must be another way but can't see how to get from point A. to any point that's better than A.
This is for the ones who've accepted that life is one big trade-off. And that every time you say yes to something, it means saying no to a million other things.
It's for the women who wanted to please their parents, who wanted their teachers to like them, who wanted everybody to like them. Who cringe at the thought of criticism. Who try to be invisible in the face of confrontation.
This is for the women who know they were put here for more. Not more things, as in a longer list of things. Not more as in quantity or "how many more tasks can I cram into the 86,400 seconds in any given day?"
But the women who know they were put here for more quality. A better quality of life.
The ones who believe they can achieve it yet make choices that keep them from achieving it.
It's for the ones who hate where they're at, but don't know what to do.
It's for the women who have perfected the art of being fine, no matter who's asking, no matter the time of day.
It's for the women who turn a good situation into something bad, because they are so stuck inside their own heads, conversations they only imagined become real and looks that probably meant nothing turn into loaded glances.
It's for the ones who feel alone, even thought the irony is that there are so many of us. It's like we're all alone together.
Let's be alone together, shall we?