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.
I speak of strength for I am a willful woman. Too often have I attempted to force fate’s hand. I was selfish and afraid, so I forced change. This began a series of forced changes; some in the ending of relationships or in trying to initiate them. I’ve learned since that turning the wrong way down a one-way street puts you in a world of hurt. At best, you’re in for an awkward turn around. At worst, you get wrecked.
All of these are but a fraction of the ways to be the one for another. When you feel that tug in your chest, pulling out your humanity, be the one to say, “Yes.”