Whenever I feel that my life is a struggle, I just think of my great-grandmother who married "down" for love (or desire). She married a scrappy, stubborn, philosopher/share-cropper and created and raised 5 children in a dusty one-room shack in East Texas... If she could survive that, what do I have to complain about? She is at the core of my (admittedly mythical) self-identity of a DIY Pioneer Woman.
14 February 2008
"Pioneer Women, Man..."
Whenever I feel that my life is a struggle, I just think of my great-grandmother who married "down" for love (or desire). She married a scrappy, stubborn, philosopher/share-cropper and created and raised 5 children in a dusty one-room shack in East Texas... If she could survive that, what do I have to complain about? She is at the core of my (admittedly mythical) self-identity of a DIY Pioneer Woman.
Identity is an Illusion
You heard me. Identity is an illusion. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Power, however, is real. But it comes in many more forms than we typically recognize.
So, ditch the identity, and find the power. That's my recommendation for 2008.
Power, however, is real. But it comes in many more forms than we typically recognize.
So, ditch the identity, and find the power. That's my recommendation for 2008.
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