Welcome to the Jungle
“I love being a woman”. How long will I continue to convince myself of this premise? No, I love being myself. Myself just happens to be a woman. Let’s get it straight for the record shall we? There, I said it. Without argument, I do love it when I wake up in the morning with an entire essay in my head. Swirling clouds of thoughts materialize themselves as concrete and lucid entities that are clear as day. I love it even more when I read an article a day later and realize I am not alone in my thoughts. That love quickly fades to a sense of realization and this is where the writing begins…… In comparison to women who have lived their lives as women from day one, I haven’t been around on the planet for all that long to share in the “amazing” experience. No. I’ve been able to live my life from the perspective of a woman starting at the tender age of 45 years old. Heck, by actuary statistics, I was we...