Being...The Single Life

There's the needing and wanting part of life that we can never really get over. 

The needing to be a bigger part of something - either in our work or at home. That's what makes women want to be mothers, women of the house, running things at home. And if you're lucky you get to run it on both sides of the spectrum - at work too. You become manager or Vice President or Senior Vice President and you run things. Order some men around and be the boss that is in charge of holding it together (or at least you think so) and no one can accomplish any work in the company without you. 

Rarely do you have the two together. You're probably exhausted from running the home to want to run work, and vice versa. You must be some she-heroine to want to run the two. 

We all want to be a part of something. Very few of us just coast by. Are just content with being. Being part of life, our writing, our cafes, our society. Being the tenant, the worker who punches in every day and completes her task, being the good girlfriend (when and if the men let us) being the good daughter who calls over the weekend and remembers birthdays and Mothers' days. The good friend to the few that have remained true to us. Being. The Single Lady. That exists. And is. 

Is the world content with us just being? Not wanting to be part of any one thing in particular but incorporating all of them in total keeps us Alive. And Here. 

It exists nonetheless. The urge. Mean more. Be more.