Making Sense...

There comes a point in your life in which years of messages seem to suddenly make sense. As if whilst you understood the words, the meaning has finally become clearer. It seems as though somewhere along your journey certain thoughts were planted, took root and now began to unfurl its leaves.
(Sorry for the imagery, I'm trying this new thing were I don't write like an illiterate douche.)

It this post has been fairly hard to put into words, the story seems to be long and convoluted and yet is only made up of a series of moments.
I knew that this year, this age was going to be something big. It was going to mean something, a year in which things would sort of fall into place. To an extent there seems to be some puzzle pieces that have found a home. Apparently this is the year of mass conscientization.

I've always been the accommodating sort and well to be honest a push over. However these last few months have in some way altered my state from Cowardly Lion to a little less Cowardly Lion- if you we're me, you'd know this is an achievement. So when anecdotes, current events and retarded conversation stirred a rage monster within I was feeling quite pleased. No I'm not the Hulk. So FBI turn away, you will not find me-er I mean him today.

Before I continue to meander along a path I'm still trying to make sense of, all I will say I that my beliefs, thoughts and resolves are becoming resolute. Not just resolute but strong. I seem to have found a sense of conviction. Color me pleased.

Now whilst I've always been a feminist at heart, I think it was purely a label thing. Im not entirely sure if i accept all the dogma that comes with the terminology but for now i don't think my attitude towards the term has been fully processed.
What I do know is that my life has been filled with strong women, tenacious women, beautiful women who have been abused, disrespected and violated. And it seems as though years of refusing to make assumptions or calls on beauty, refusing to sweep the floors whilst my male cousin played, forcefully refusing to make tea for 'the men' and various other acts of conviction, not rebellion but conviction, have led to a singular moment of clarity.

The inequality is enough.