My Thursday morning realization, leaders are definitely born. There are those who are meant to lead, those who are meant to follow, and those in the middle still trying to figure out which side of the line they are on. I learned that no matter how much you want someone to step up and lead, if it aint in them, it just aint in them. I need to stop denying where I am on the spectrum and take my place at the big table. There is a reason I’ve been called an angry black woman, a b*tch, aggressive, in need of getting some, that is because I have a job to do, and apparently it is to lead. So I gotta put my white mocha latte down and hop to it. The alternative is to continue to be frustrated with people and walk around with this huge chip on my shoulder. The chip is real, and its there, and its caused me to walk lopsided. Some folks call it my swagger, I call it trying to keep my balance. Either way, time for the chip to go, time for ME to step up and do what I was born to do. The age of the kid being nice and sensitive to other folks feelings is about to be over. And I cant even say I’m sorry.
Posts
