God made me. He didn't make me out of fear and He didn't make me with fear. He made me with empowerment that no feminist group need to recharge or remind me that I possess. Thanks, anyway! No, really; I get why feminism exists in a world where men with puffed chests feel as though they rule everything. I even thought about labeling myself one, but then I thought, "Do I really need to join anymore groups?" I already check off the 'black' box and the 'woman' box, and I do belong and did belong to some pretty impressive clubs and whatnot, so I'm done with more additives. I like to check off the 'me' box. I'm just me.
Me. A woman who is trying to chop down the right trees in the forest to help let some sun rays in to guide her way into the land of success. You know, the land with readers waiting there with copies of my books, the land with readers lining up at midnight to meet me in NYC first thing in the morning to tell me how much they love my characters, where readers save just a little something extra on the side just to have my new release, the land where movie goers have a ticket to my movie to watch my book play out on the big screen. Come on, if you're gonna do this--dream big!!! All of this is possible. But I have to set this world up and it ain't gonna happen from my 9-5.
So, tomorrow, I will turn the key to unlock the shackle off of Ankle One and Ankle Two. Unlike slavery, I was paid to wear them, but I didn't feel none the more free nor richer. And when I walk away, I will plan my escape route carefully with many mistakes along the way, grateful for any peek of sunlight, for it used to be a whole lot darker. And this woman will free herself, kissing the foreheads of her fellow workers goodbye against all the vocalized concerns and worries for the unknown of which excites me. I get it. Only I get it. Because it's my dream, not theirs. Unafraid and timid, with one barefoot in front of the other, crunching on one dry leaf at a time, I will make my way toward my journey.