This morning I woke up and cooked a wonderful omelet/breakfast burrito/I’m-a-bad-cook-I-made-this-up-and-so-there-is-no-name-for-it. And then my mom called and asked me about my day.
I told her that I had just done the dishes and cooked myself a delicious breakfast and I thought maybe I’d wear a dress today! She said “What a picture of domesticity? What alien has invaded my daughter?”
And I told her that I’m a feminist blog writing, ball busting, egg cooking, jello wrestling tournament winning woman and I can do whatever makes me happy because it’s my life.
It turns out she was right about one thing. I can be whatever I want when I grow up.
I can be everything I want. I’m amazing.