It occurs to me I’ve not given away any details to myself. Apologies - I tend to be a private exhibitionist and don’t think about sharing the essence of myself as a primary idea.
Here goes - I’m an aspiring writer. I write for a magazine and for my church website. I love doing both. I am not, however, a financially solvent writer. I do get paid, but not enough to claim writing as my full-time job. That is yet a goal. I hope to do more with that this year.
I am a Black female. Age 40. I say Black and not African-American because I know people who were born in Africa who became citizens of this country and really feel as though they are more “African American” than I. Plus a couple of them are white. So I am more comfortable with the term Black.
I am an active Christian. I attend and serve my church regularly. I am a part of a regular women’s Bible study that meets once I week. I’ve been doing that for four years now.
I am single. I sometimes have grave doubts about getting married. Most times I am all for it, but then I get a look at some unhappily married couple and it makes me want to run screaming. And although I don’t think this is what marriage is about it just makes me stark screaming crazy when a perfectly competent woman rolls over and plays stupid now that she’s married. Grown women with the responsibility of raising a child, balancing a checkbook, maintaining a household, keeping a job shouldn’t have to ask permission to buy a blouse. You laugh, but I’ve seen it happen. Back in my retail career, more than one woman would hand me a business card with the title “VP” or “Manager” on it and ask me to hold a $40 sweater until they could ask their husbands if it was okay to buy it.
Now perhaps these women were just using that as an excuse to avoid telling me they weren’t going to buy something after I spent a half hour with them, but really! I’d rather have a root canal than tell someone I have to get my husband’s permission to do anything. Nut-up ladies, just say no!
Even my own mother has fallen into the trap. A single, financially secure woman for over thirty years is now hiding her purchases (made with her own money) from her new husband of 2 years. Is that crazy? Besides, doesn’t she think he knows that whenever she goes out she buys something?
Oh, where was I? Oh yeah, about me. Uh, I’m a little crazy. Not crazy in the chemically dependent way, but just a little unpredictable. And spontaneous. I’m pretty much up for anything if it doesn’t involve a lot of bugs, organ meats or heights.
I do believe that’s enough for now.