“I wasn’t born to cook or clean, but to read and write, if you don’t like me the way I am, then go fly a kite.” ― Besa Kosova”
I wasn’t born to do lots of things women are supposed to do. I don’t cook…can’t is actually a better way to put it. For the safety of the house and those who reside in it, the husband does not allow me in the kitchen. I melt stuff to the stove, burn food and am a disaster with knives. The trade off is I clean dishes, but I wasn’t made for that task either. I’m really, really bad at it. And please don’t eat off my floors, because I’m bad at cleaning the house too. It’s dusty and a little covered in dog hair and my toilets always leave something to be desired. I wasn’t made to be crafty. I can barely sew a button back on a shirt. I don’t understand the need for girly bedspreads and curtains and home furnishings. I was also not made to be a mom. I don’t have kids nor do I want them. I have lots of kids in my life…lots who I love unabashedly…but I get to send them home at the end of the day. I don’t have to (or want to) do diapers and late nights and feedings and kid activities and all that other kid stuff.
I was truly born to read and write and dance. To see plays and concerts. To travel and experience. And to ultimately create….in my own way…through these experiences, with words.
So you can take me as I am…or go fly a kite!