Existentialism...

There's the needing and wanting part of life that belies even the best of us. 

The need to be a bigger part of something - at work or at home. 

That's what makes women, from a young age, aspire to be mothers, the "woman of the house", the madam that runs 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 or some fancy schmancy title, and you run everything. You especially get to order some men around and be the Boss Lady that's in charge of holding it together (or at least you think so) and no one can accomplish any work in the company without you. What do we tell our daughters? That some day your life is going to mean something when you marry THE man and get THE job? It will all pull together. And for some it does. Most of the time. Rarely do you have the two together. You're probably so 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.

But the fact of the matter is, in all of us, we all yearn to be a part of something. Very few of us just coast by. Very few are just content with coasting by. Content with being. Being part of life, our writing, our cafes, our society, our little jobs. 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. I want to say this is especially common with the women.

For my Sistas: Is the world content with us just being? Not wanting to be part of any one thing in particular. Knowing that we can incorporate all of them in total. That's what keeps us ALIVE. And PRESENT. It exists nonetheless. The urge. To Mean more. Be more.

Aren't we already more?