You got that?
Ok, ok, I’m done. Most of you that step over here quite often are used to me stamping my foot. Truly though, I wondered today, suppose I said: That’s it? I’m done with my role as a woman?
I work, I love, I care, I clean, I keep track of appointments, I blog for God’s sake. I do and do and do.
Oh, here we go, my evil twin has arrived: “You think you do so much? Imagine living without electricity? Imagine having no food, not just all the food you desire? Imagine working from sun up to sun down and beyond simply finding enough water for washing?” Her voice goes on and on.
Yes, I have an evil twin. Anytime I get tired or want to moan, she shows up, banging at the door.
I may as well let her in…she never stops knocking.
But hey, you out there, have you ever experienced that? You simply don’t want to be polite, demure, kind, caring, and all the other words that we strive to embody as women?
I want to be the Goddess of Thunder.
Seriously, go read Romancing the Crone’s post on this, you will see what I mean: Words of an Ancient Goddess.