Last night this bitch sat at home and tried to remember why the hell I keep giving a shit about all manner of things.
Sometimes it feels like no one else does (which is a wee bit heavy on the self pity) and sometimes it feels as if everyone else is counting on someone else to tackle the shit that needs to be tackled (which is probably painfully accurate).
Anyhoo, a bitch was wearily spent (even AngryBlackBitches get tired as hell)…which is actually a good space to be in for mental claritude. By the time Mad Men came on the telly (my newest guilty pleasure) my mind had settled and my soul was at peace.
Note – some people have affirmations…this bitch has bitchfirmations…
Bitchfirmation for the emotionally spent…
I have been blessed with the love of my family…for a reason.
I have the gift of fantabulous friends and their support…for a reason.
I have my health…for a reason.
I have my mind and my voice…for a reason.
I give a shit….for a reason.
And I woke up today…empowered, militant and defiant…for a reason.
If we don’t speak for ourselves some dumb motherfucker will speak for us…decide for us…live for us…and own us.
So, I practice the fine art of bitchitude for that reason.
Ah…clarity has been achieved.