Sometimes you land on the best things when you least expect it. It was ‘clean out the email folders’ today and I found this “A Women Should” poem in my folder marked “Inspirational.” Seems I forgot that I had such a folder, since the last entry was in 2009. There had to be inspirational quotes and other stuff I’ve discovered since 2009. That’s not the point though.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…
a youth she’s content to leave behind….
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to
retelling it in her old age….
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…
one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…
a feeling of control over her destiny.
how to fall in love without losing herself.
how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship…
when to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…
how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…
whom she can trust,
whom she can’t,
and why she shouldn’t take it personally…
where to go…
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…
or a charming inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing…
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month…and a year…
I totally understand why this email went viral (can email be viral or just video’s?) and I love that the title was changed. I don’t think it was done with malice, but because it is applicable to women over thirty. Listen if I found this when I was thirty I may have paid more attention and had less angst. It wasn’t until I was deep in my forties that I could say I completed the items listed in this poem, even the cordless drill.