Childhood wish

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.

Laugh rather.

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 πŸ˜‰) 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.

17 thoughts on “Childhood wish

  1. You know there are assholes everywhere so I am glad you chose to play ignorance. You may not be where you wanted to be as a child but you have a loving partner and the family will come in time.


      1. What I mean (because I was working when I wrote that) is that I believe it’s better to be career driven while you are young and save up money so when you do have a kid, you can take time off without worrying about a job.


      2. Haha yes I agree! That’s why we do it.
        I just feel like I have taken quite some responsibility for my age.
        I think I will write about my job. I keep mentioning it, but I don’t think anyone really knows what I do πŸ˜‰

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