But I’m Free, Ain’t I?
While peaceful sleep evades me this night…
That incessant interview inquiry repeats itself like a mantra in my head, “So, why are you leaving anyway…SO, why are you leaving…WHY???”
I somewhat confidently tell myself that I’ve thought about this, and with a nonchalant shoulder shrug whisper to self: “Self - you’ve crafted the best answer you possibly could. You’ve gotten so colorfully “smart” with your answers about “the future of work” and how “the dynamic workforce is catalyzing you to reinvent yourself - realign what you do day in and day out professionally, with your passions and core values.
They seem to be buying it, but is it true…is it MY truth? No, it’s not, its definitely not. The unedited, and simple truth of the matter is that my activism, my dedication to justice and equity, and my fight against racist and sexist injustices in the workplace have kicked my behind, had major repercussions, painful consequences, and I have an accounting of every single receipt to prove it!
Pondering….freedom perhaps?
The esteemed poet Phyllis Wheatley - born enslaved in 1753, she was the very 1st published Black American, and died impoverished at age 31 in 1784.