Thinking about women in our history who have made an impact on me as I’ve grown and learned more about them is something that catches me every once in a while.
I love to read about strong confident women who have made history in spite of the truth that men have dominated politics and world societies in general. I think about the adversities I have lived through and the challenges I face each day, but when I realize what great obstacles women of previous generations have gone through and still come out on top in the history books – my issues are nothing.
Sometimes it takes horrible truths like, friends who are counting every minute they have with each other since one of them has been diagnosed with a degenerative illness. Their love for one another is strong, but our Creator says their time on this earth together is short. It makes me smirk a little when I come across that sock drawer left open which catches my knee just so. I am thankful to have my husband here and know we have our health.
Once in a while, I think about friends who have children going through incredible journeys of drug addiction, rehabilitation, and death as a result of lifestyle choices. I am so easy to realize, I just need to be thankful for all the minor -in comparison- issues my kids all face; babies, ex-es, school, practice – minor but important – important, but not life threatening. I am sure I am thankful each time they scream and kick at each other.
Occasionally, and now is one of those occasions, I think about the struggles I have daily in a man’s professional environment. I work in a field which is not only professionally male dominated, but also – the clientele we work with is male. To call myself – a woman – a minority in my place of employment is beyond an understatement. To think there is such an opportunity to work in a facility such as I do is something that 30 – 4o – 50 years ago would not have existed as it does today. To think that sometimes it is as if it were 30 – 40 – 50 years ago; prior to equal opportunity, equal employment and fair work practices is very saddening to me.
Although I choose to work where I do, I do understand I face risks beyond the average working environment. I do not, however, understand how the risks may not actually be in working with convicted felons but with management. For some, the civil rights we all have fought for (in one way or another; some more than others) may not seem too important or realistic. Some networks and modes of operation may try to continue as they always have.
I am running a stream of consciousness here if you haven’t been able to tell.
I am using my blog as a sounding board in a different flavour this time.
It is perilous for me write the words I have here tonight, but I feel these words are necessary; and, why must I continue to repeat them to myself in the mirror and not get them out of my head (which is what writing does for me)?
When you first see me, there many automatic assumptions you might make about me. None of them would probably include the idea that I am not a sheep.
“It will not always be summer; build barns.”