I was thinking about how I'm a girl from the city raised by a widowed mother.
It's like we're thrown into this world in constant survival mode.
We don't have the luxury of being docile and coy.
We don't have the luxury of being passive and timid.
My strength may be foreign to some, but the beauty is it's recognized by the ones who matter.
My strength and forward nature will allow my daughters the luxury of not being so affected by this world.
It's after 9:00 p.m. as I'm journaling this and the first time I've sat down in hours.
I'm thankful that I was raised to not only survive but to thrive in this sometimes unforgiving and draining world.
Here's to my Momma and all the women who've gone through hell so their daughters can enjoy a bit more of heaven.