“…they pulled from their stock of stories tales about the old folk…Testimonies to endurance, wit, skill and strength…of luck and outrage….About their own lives they shut up….As though past heroism was enough of a future…”-Toni Morrison
I’ve been thinking again. With as much thinking as I do, I’m clearly anxiety-riddled or meant to be a philosopher. I know the former as truth and not so much the latter. Although I poeticize and philosophize quite often, I’m not inclined to think and orate on my thoughts professionally, at least when it comes to philosophy. Give me a good book and just one other interested party and I’ve got my soapbox.
I’m in the middle of a whole new series of ideas, some of which are ripe and plump, ready to be plucked and harvested. Others are wrinkled, dripping to the point of fermentation. Some others are sour, too late to good for anything until their dried out to season another idea. Still, some others are at the pique of their picking time. They’re ready to be casked and distilled at a later date. Some of those “saved for laters” will be shipped off to others via the Eudaimonia Express on the Creativity Highway. Some will collect dust and appear, miraculously, at the end of a celebration after all the lesser ideas have been sipped away.
I’d like to honor these women who shaped our journey to the stars. Whether the first in space or critical to getting beyond our atmosphere, there remains something truly powerful about their impact. Today, I’ll be sharing brief biopics of some historically significant women who crushed expectations and discrimination. They were first in their field and changed the world for the better.
Today, I did the first adult thing I’ve done in a while. I signed my lease for my first house since college. Unlike my peers in undergrad, I lived on campus all four years. Free room and board are one of the financial incentives for working as a community advisor. When I graduated college, I moved back home with my parents. I needed to figure out where I was headed next and had no money to do this with. I returned to my nest and settled in with my already developed wings.
This was supposed to be a Valentine’s Day post about the birth of Frederick Douglass, his life, different types of love, and heart stuff. It still kind of is, and today See, he was born on February 14 by choice. As with most slaves, the actual date of his birth went unrecorded, year included. In honor of Singles Awareness Day, which is technically today, I’m making this post in honor of him. Also, I missed yesterday while celebrating Galentine’s Day and I wanted to impart the wisdom about love I received from reading The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass.