I do my best thinking when I’m driving and in Atlanta “down the street” or “right around the corner” is approximately a 10-20 minute drive, sooooo….yes lots of driving = plenty of time to think.
One particular day after a long stressful workload then immediately after a 3 hour summer class, I’m driving home and I started to reflect.
To leave me with my thoughts can be really amazing or extremely dangerous – in this case it was lethal.
I was physically tired from the humdrum that is my work, the endless networking I’ve done to prove myself to the industry I want to work in, countless tedious school assignment but most of all mentally drained from it all.
Tired of what society has made life to be.
Tired of the pressures of being a woman, the social norms that have been forced upon me since a child, how I’m suppose to behave to be considered a lady to be respected.
Tired of the way my 9 to 5 beats and drains my energy.
Tired of the struggle.
Tired of the internal battle to act a certain way to corporate America, that I’m not the “typical” black person; that I’m not loud, ghetto, ignorant or uneducated so yes you can hire me!
Tired of school, ready to graduate but not particularly ready for the payments I’ll be hit with from Sallie Mae or the entry-level income I’ll be offered.
Tired of people thinking I don’t eat because I’m thin – it’s called genetics – I L.O.V.E food!
Tired of guys forcing me to trust them instead of earning it.
Just simply tired, from a capital “T” to an underlined “d”, with infinite exclamation marks behind the word.
Until next time…as I got closer to my destination – home – in the words of my poetically talented sister, “such is life”
Crop Top – Pink Clove
Pants – Pink Clove
Heels – DSW
Lips – Ruby Woo/ Glasses – Mall Kiosk/ Necklace & Earrings – Thrifted
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