Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Five
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That was a late night.
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Hungry.
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Finally Friday. Finally the end of the week. Finally, some time to rest?
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I am talking and hoping that what I am saying is making sense. He’s nodding as if it does. That’s good. He says, that the majority of applicants were women. I find that telling. Is it that the men already believe they are quality leaders? That they have no room for growth?
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My arms feel unsteady in the side plank. Everything is shaking today.
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That darn windshield.
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She texts me to say that she’s been meaning to ask me about these things. I tell her that I’ve been on the verge of tears almost every day because of these things. There is much to talk about.
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We lament over the amount of time it takes to do our daughter’s hair. I laugh to myself. Only another Black mom would understand.
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It just doesn’t feel right.
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I laugh.