Its official. I am wearing black sweat pants to work. Pertussis has gotten the best of me and quite frankly I am over pretending that I have the strength to get myself together for an 8 hour work day.
Hopefully I will have more insightful comments later on today. Until then.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Holiday Party. Pertussis. And Then -
So at my company Holiday party (which I hosted last night) I joked with my 30 something white co-worker about her new beau / relationship laughing while commenting on the fact that she will probably be married and pregnant within the year. Seconds after I made the comment, my 40 something White boss chimed in and said "stop laughing that will probably be your reality too" -
I stopped and thought about the possibility of me finding myself in a relationship, happy and pregnant within the next 365 days and it seemed like a distant, self-defeating dream that is not the reality of brown girls like me. Sigh. As my baby itch rages on, I guess one can only hope.
Random continuation - I also reflected on the fact that I have officially had pertussis for 5 weeks and 3 days. Yes, pertussis. As in whooping cough. Why is this my reality. Ahhhh. It has made me reflect on illnesses like emphysema. I cannot imagine how good it feels to smoke but if it ends with a condition where you are forced to hack up your lungs every day, I'm GOOD!
And then - yea so I haven't blogged since March and I have no idea how long I will keep this up but a Traveling Womanist reminded me of something I started long ago and never truly took seriously, so I'm back. Until the next time, peace 8 )
I stopped and thought about the possibility of me finding myself in a relationship, happy and pregnant within the next 365 days and it seemed like a distant, self-defeating dream that is not the reality of brown girls like me. Sigh. As my baby itch rages on, I guess one can only hope.
Random continuation - I also reflected on the fact that I have officially had pertussis for 5 weeks and 3 days. Yes, pertussis. As in whooping cough. Why is this my reality. Ahhhh. It has made me reflect on illnesses like emphysema. I cannot imagine how good it feels to smoke but if it ends with a condition where you are forced to hack up your lungs every day, I'm GOOD!
And then - yea so I haven't blogged since March and I have no idea how long I will keep this up but a Traveling Womanist reminded me of something I started long ago and never truly took seriously, so I'm back. Until the next time, peace 8 )
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