This little woman has the strength of a thousand soldiers.
Hands on her hips is her favorite pose,
To make sure that all who meet her know,
She means business.
Far from regular infantile desires,
To interact with her requires a little bit of fire.
See, this is an old soul inside the body of a child.
Reincarnated, but true to form, with a mature confidence and style.
You will not break her stride, nor shatter her glee.
This little woman means business.
“Can’t you see?”
To understand her brain, you’d have to begin by substituting the yellow umbrella for a cane.
To comprehend the invisible wisdom of her years, you’d have to research into her subsequent tears.
To know her power, just look at her stance.
She will never grow up to accept the phrase “I can’t.”
There is only, “I know. I will. And I am.” She finds it unnecessary to orate “I can.”
For her ability is shown through all her actions.
Childhood anecdotes become adulthood artistic factions.
She is ready for anything in both life and love.
Dancing with delight like the bears hugging her gut.
“Let’s go!” she screams from both inside and out.
Facing life, daring it to make her plump cheeks pout.
She smirks, knowing the key to playing life’s game.
She has plans, an agenda, and nothing is getting in her way.
She believes as though she’s been here before, and is prepared, this go round, to stay.
This picture has been my profile pic for the last week now. As of recently, I feel it is the most relevant to how I have been feeling. I can’t recall how old I was when it was taken. All I know is that it was in South Carolina, during a summer when my family would always drive down, as a collective. It is gracing a photo album at my Grandmother’s house.
There is so much power in it.
As the poem says, my favorite pose as a child was the hands on the hips. Once I grew out of the knocked-kneedness and pigeon toes you witness in this picture, the hand on the hip was supplemented by cocking my hip to one side.
Apparently, I thought I was hot shit as a child.
What I was, was keen, perceptive, and curious. Traits that have only developed more as an adult. Before the memoir I am currently writing, on my year in Asia, I got forty pages into one on the first twenty-five years of my life. In it are many childhood anecdotes, one note being my awareness of my curiosity.
I was the child that was always asking questions. Subsequently, I would have random bouts of being ignored by those around me who found my young quest for knowledge more tedious, than interesting.
Regardless, I continued on. When I look at this photo, at twenty-five years old, and I look back at all those things that I have accomplished between the day this photo was taken, and today, I am humbled. I have had some huge disappointments in life, but more importantly, I have had magnificent success.
I am so blessed, so grateful, and too positive to focus on anything other than the talents I was born with, and the passion for them that I acquired.
If I had to caption this photo, it’d read, “Let’s go!”
Never one to wait. Never one to make excuses. Never one to shy away from the fears that come with life.
I am absolutely in love with my life right now, and it is because I constantly dare myself to truly live it! Every challenge, is an opportunity, if you choose to see it that way.
(Sorry, I have been slacking on the blogging you lovely people. I promise it is worth it. I have been plowing through the memoir and have some video revelations coming in the next few weeks. Trust me, it’s worth the wait.)