Let there be light...& it was all good--Black Woman, Speak...& it was all good

*Click the Title for Video AFTER you read my little blurb below ;o)*

I've missed you, but I'm back and I wanna talk about some stuff. My topic of interest today is being a young independent woman, learning to balance, or break out of, the traditional family roles (Mother's, wives, etc), traditional sexual roles (demure, non-aggressive, at the beck and call of her Husband), and traditional career roles (Focused on the career and nothing but the career b/c it's obvious no man is worth our time--and what better to keep us warm on the weekends than that beautiful Dior throw and a forty-five dollar cup of imported black/white/green tea??? Right??!! Uhhh....). I've been talking with so many of my peers, co-workers and female friends (all w/in the age range of 20-27) that are tying our hands and gagging us to tears...and now I want your opinion. How do you balance? Are you balancing?? Are you breaking out?? Are you embracing your sexuality? Are you standing steadfast in your beliefs?? Are you unfazed by simple men and their simple intentions & lack of ambitions?? Are you focused? Are you a part of the "Million Man Haters of America Club" (cuz if so, that's another blog for another day...today it's about love, LOL)...but all jokes aside, are you an established woman who had to deal with choosing an internship over love or vice verse? Were you a young single woman w/the opportunity to go off on your own, simply to find that your fears of being alone forever were louder than the silence occupying your brand new & really quite perfect home at night?? I want to make sure I'm not the only one sitting around thinking SO hard that I start to think stupid (thank you Omega). I refuse to just let life run it's course b/c that would be way too easy, and since I OBVIOUSLY enjoy giving myself a headache, I question and question and question these things that make me go "Hunh??". Personally, I get very agitated when I cannot define, to the letter, the happenings of certain situations of my life...sometimes, it just gets hard to admit that-yes, I have dreams...but sometimes (and I DO mean sometimes) I wouldn't mind foregoing some of those high expectations and just being a wife and mother, or even helping to take care of my nephew and so on and so forth. Is this my instinctual bell ringing inside of my head telling me to put my little black book down and start taking men seriously?? Is this the final call for quick touch ups to my credit so I can have something to bring to the table? Should I even care about a future I can't put my finger on?? Should I care about a relationship I can't see yet, but can feel just as I can feel the breathe leaving my body whenever I exhale?? Speaking of exhaling, can I exhale? I want a "shoop" moment that lasts forever, or at least until the next semi-annual clearance sale at Victoria's Secret (You have to take the good w/the bad...work w/me *chuckles*) ...you get my point...so, get ready ladies...take a quick peek at the video and then let me hear from you =o)

Oh, and I want to hear from ALL of you ok?? Not just my peers in college or around my age, I want to hear from some experience too.

Until Next Time

~j