Its wednesday the 18th of April 2012. I am home from an interesting 3 hours of lecture on Power and how its being used. I love my managerial leadership class. It makes me think of life and the path of my truth I have discovered and have willingly decided to walk on.
The ride on the bus home was an interesting one. I had this strong urge to write. I wanted to pick my phone up like I did the other day and just type away; in my own secluded world. I could not do that though because I was bothered I would loss track of time and miss my stop. It was just a 25 mins ride home. My brain on the other hand was multitasking on a serious debate on how much ability I have bottled inside of me. The love of music and dancing. The fact that I enjoy wanting to make others secured and protected. The joy of reading and analyzing on words and its effect on me. How better I can become if I understand this in my way of thoughts and not much of that of the writer.
I am a woman. A mother. A wife. I am a daughter. A sister and an aunt. All this identity I carry with me. Oh! By the way a soon to be an MBA graduate. Another stamp I get for paying someone to dig into my brain so I can understand what I already know much of. Labels are what I call them. To me, I am just human. Who is trying to understand what living is all about and other humans around me. Also, I have been given other labels. I have been called a thief, liar, slut, dumb, poor, illiterate, bitch, murderer and much more. I have never allowed any of those labels stick for too long. I have fought hard enough to ensure that I do not loss my sense of being me, the human I have now come to know too well.
I am not a Label, I am not “Normal” I am Human, a Being of consciousness.