And here i sit, cross legged on my bed, drinking a kiwi strawberry Snapple writing and making phone calls to various women I want to introduce myself to around the country.
I do not choke up when I call them- senators, opinion leaders, business women. I feel like I am one of them and I introduce myself politely and tell them who I am and what my mission is and invite them to be profiled on my site.
After I hang up I feel empowered and hopeful and a little scared because I don’t know what I’m doing. All the BS I go through on a day to day basis not feeling safe in this world yet I still somehow try to make a difference, I don’t know how I do it or sometimes even WHY I do it.
My faith in the good of humanity is diminishing with each interaction with people. Is it my environment? Is it ME?
I’m wondering all these things yet my bubble burst completely when I did that project and I STILL continue to do the work I started. How? It’s like it’s its own machine- the work moves ME.