Drama

Monday. Why is Monday such a tough day? I was off for two days. I didn't relax but I was off. I started my day off by wrestling with my daily problem of finding something to wear. Why do I have this problem everyday? It would be a great idea to pick something the night before, but would the battle be any less weary? I dreaded putting on my make-up, pouted while finding my shoes, and cussed when I could not find my Blackberry, and finally, almost lost my mind in DC traffic. By the time I arrived at work...I was exhausted. I JUST HAD TWO DAYS OFF!!!!!

I can sum my morning up in one word, DRAMA. My problems had nothing to do with work, clothes, make-up or traffic. I was determined to have a bad day, not that anything or anyone contributed to it. I woke up with my typical attitude of Monday, and everything associated with it being against me. The problem was that I was dealing with the DRAMA of not liking myself and anything associated with me.

A little later in the day, while washing my hands in the ladies room, I looked at myself in the mirror and I reflected on real DRAMA. The fact that I was standing there only because sisters before me who really had DRAMA. My slave ancestor sisters who saw their children sold on an auction block, my African sisters who are watching their babies die right now from starvation or AIDS. My sister, Sonia Sotomayor, testifying today in front of a Senate committee to become the first Hispanic justice of the United States Supreme Court while fighting partisan DRAMA. I am so proud of her.

While I cannot promise that next Monday will be great, I can promise that it will be DRAMA free. I owe that to my sisters.

Humbly,
Chocl8drop

P.S. Found this amazing photo on the web. I can't see her DRAMA because I can only see her BEAUTY. Trust me, her clothes and make-up were irrelevant this morning.