When I was young, I’ve always thought I would be married and have children at the age of 25.
You would meet a nice guy, settle down and be loving family.
Sometimes my oldest friend and I sit down for tea and talk about this.
None of this has happend for neither of us.
Feminism means “equality of sexes”.
But reality taught us that reaching this equality, us, women, have to work and prove ourselves just a bit harder.
So that’s what we do.
According to my calculation, I spend 12 hours of a day on work related things.
Sometimes I feel like the process of pursuing career has made me either an emotional wreck or a cold hard iron lady.
What happend to the innocent, but genuine childhood wish?
I got a nasty email from a colleague yesterday.
One of those that written in a nice way, but meant to break you.
(Hope you understand what I mean 😉) felt terribly discouraged reading it.
I needed some distraction.
I went to to the kitchen and took a random cup out the shelf.
That’s when I saw it.
My childhoodhood wish.< em>< em>I am going cry sillently.