"WHEN IT LOOKED LIKE THE SUN MIGHT NOT SHINE ANYMORE GOD PUT A RAINBOW IN THE CLOUDS" MAYA ANGELOU
I guess some people wonder what I do. I don't have it posted on social media and I am seldom asked outright. That is a bit odd considering that's one of first five questions usually asked when you meet someone new. So I will try to share who I am and what I now do.
In my early twenties I held a full time position supervised by two beings who demanded that I supervise housing, transportation, healthcare and food distribution. I later became adept in extracurricular activities that bolstered self esteem and social interactions. I held several jobs on the side for growth and resource.
The time arrived when this group merged with another which created greater demands in management. My skill set grew and in my thirties I became adept in travel and relocation.
I was still employed by the main company as I attempted college and random side jobs.
I garnered a position in my forties at a law firm that bolstered my education but threw me into disillusionment .
I worked in social services(childcare), became self employed for a bit in the health and fitness field, worked with a friend to grow her company then went into part-time merchandising where you will now find me.
Career? Not like most others. Education? A little college, workshops and online classes but most has been provided by days in my life. Next step? I don't know, maybe activist as there are a couple important things that have my attention.
Oh yeah, I write, play around at the art table painting and drawing and repurpose old things every once in awhile.
Now you know what I do.
I Tomorrow is his birthday. He would be turning 35. I wake in the early morning hours as usual but this day my first thoughts will be of him....Flash back to the early morning hours of November 19, 1981.
He announced his arrival, we are working together. The lights are too bright, I've lain here too long experiencing the pains of labor all alone except for the doctor and his nurses. I don't have anyone at my side for support or to question what is going wrong. No one to hold my hand. I am alone in this....except for Chad....
He got hung up on my pelvic bone and they broke his collar bone in the process of his birth. They dismiss my questions, they dismiss me because I am so young.
No matter, there was a lot of dismissal, a lot of people giving us grief, making life harder.
We went home to his waiting sister. That was the beginning of the three of us. The Three Musketeers.
A few years later there would be a guy who decided to align his life with ours. That's the next chapter,
I am who I am, uniquely me.