Are you a troublemaker?
Interestingly, I wasn’t a troublemaker while growing up; instead, I was a golden child. My cousins and nieces tell me I was pointed to and said to them — Be like her. Thankfully, I wasn’t aware of this; how could I be too … unaware, immersed in its self-assumed goals and pressures, cycling from one class to the next, maximizing all the time I had to excel in my studies, kept me fully occupied? I didn’t connect with people, nor did I connect with myself. Everything was put aside for one goal: to excel in my studies and get a career.
I was far from a troublemaker but a celebrated fly in the wall.
I should have been one troublemaker :
-who didn’t inherit silence from her mother but had spoken up.
-or could have been a sister who held hands with others and didn’t compete but did fun and tough things together.
-someone who heard the struggles of grandmoms and others and learned from their rebellions, not submission.
-should have been someone who appreciated her beautiful body not by the standards set by others but by itself and gave it all it needed at the right time.
-someone who questioned than complied.
-someone who wasn’t obedient and redefined freedom and power, which would have taught world rules much earlier.
-someone who found strength in failures and scars, didn’t hide them and learned from them.
-or who didn’t confirm so that there were fewer struggles inside.
-who lived out simply in love and being loud, contrary to what was told to us.
-and someone who didn’t have to tiptoe in her home without fear of being touched.
