who am i?
during the day -i work 9-5. i raise money for a nonprofit which serves families. I am not a good manager, but am good at what i do otherwise. at night i raise a girl. i get to go home be a mom to a gorgeous little girl who is clever and cute AND demanding. i live in what i think can be termed as a bedroom community. how did i become this woman?
i grew up relatively poor. went to college and found... activism not God. i traveled the country in my little two door Subaru and occasionally protested evil corporations doing nasty things to our environment or waging war on people half way around the world. i fell in love with the desert. i found a family on the road. i found my religion. peace and social justice. i lived this for several years.
then i landed in Berkeley and decided to go back to school. worked in a little bookstore. got in touch with my bibliophile-self. got my masters. got a good, professional job and then lost it in a fight over stewardship of the nonprofit i had worked in for nearly three years.
went back on the road and found myself isolated and needy. not a great place to be. fell in love? fell out of love...or fell victim to it and then overcame it.
during this recovery i found myself doing things i probably shouldn't have been doing, but never-the-less received the best and most blessed gift anyone could receive. did i find God? maybe. gave birth to my girl in 2005.
have been riding a roller coaster ever since.... the best adrenaline rush there is--being a parent. now. back at being a professional but am also raising up a girl to be the best person she can be.
went from living in a car to living in a 2br/1ba house in suburbia.
who am i?i never know from one year to the next. for now i am a mom. i am a professional. i am being responsible. i hope. how did i become this woman? through each and every single experience i have had: the projects, college, the road, my friends, my family, my jobs, my work... my child.
loving each minute.
i grew up relatively poor. went to college and found... activism not God. i traveled the country in my little two door Subaru and occasionally protested evil corporations doing nasty things to our environment or waging war on people half way around the world. i fell in love with the desert. i found a family on the road. i found my religion. peace and social justice. i lived this for several years.
then i landed in Berkeley and decided to go back to school. worked in a little bookstore. got in touch with my bibliophile-self. got my masters. got a good, professional job and then lost it in a fight over stewardship of the nonprofit i had worked in for nearly three years.
went back on the road and found myself isolated and needy. not a great place to be. fell in love? fell out of love...or fell victim to it and then overcame it.
during this recovery i found myself doing things i probably shouldn't have been doing, but never-the-less received the best and most blessed gift anyone could receive. did i find God? maybe. gave birth to my girl in 2005.
have been riding a roller coaster ever since.... the best adrenaline rush there is--being a parent. now. back at being a professional but am also raising up a girl to be the best person she can be.
went from living in a car to living in a 2br/1ba house in suburbia.
who am i?i never know from one year to the next. for now i am a mom. i am a professional. i am being responsible. i hope. how did i become this woman? through each and every single experience i have had: the projects, college, the road, my friends, my family, my jobs, my work... my child.
loving each minute.
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