An “Independent Woman ”

by Martha J Black

What is the meaning of being an independent woman? Does being independent mean spending the rest of your life alone? Could it mean having an on-again-off-again relationship and living separate lives? Does it mean accepting you will never find your “happily ever after,” whatever that means? Or does being an independent woman mean simply providing for your family, loving someone on your terms without condition, or needing to be in a leadership position? Women around the world, whether they are married, dating, or single, have been asking themselves this question for generations and generations. And yet, while writing these words, I realize we are far from finding the true answer because independence looks different from woman to woman. A person’s community, school, and educational background could influence what they see and how they act. And dictate what they consider as being independent. A woman’s life experiences could affect their idea of what independence feels, looks, and means to her.

In my recent quest to find and define the word “Independent,” I discovered two definitive paraphrased meanings. The first implied definition of “Independent” means not to be influenced or controlled by others, whether by opinion, conduct, thinking, or a person being able to act for themselves. The second meaning alluded to one person not submitting to another person’s authority or jurisdiction and essentially means being autonomous or free. You! would think the previously mentioned definitions would be enough to put my mind at ease. But that turned out to be far from the truth. I found myself navigating through more meanings and an even longer list of definitions explaining Independence. When I considered all those definitions, I discovered being an “Independent Woman” can’t be defined as one thing but many different things lending to a feeling of empowerment, individuality, and developing a sense of pride. For others, it could enlist feelings of confusion and anxiety, leading to fear of finding yourself alone with no one to count on. Those feelings can become influenced by your marital, social, and career status. Therefore, a woman’s level of discovering how to be independent is not dictated or driven by whether she works in the service industry, is a housewife, or works in the corporate community. Neither does it matter if she is a front-line employee or the CEO of her own company. While higher education can affect financial independence, it plays a small role in providing some women with the feeling of being independent emotionally.     

In my research, I discovered that for some women, there is a need to feel independent. For them, it means not depending on anyone but themselves to get things done. They make their own money, pay their bills, and travel whenever they choose. They refuse to wait for permission to decide how they navigate their lives or tell them when and how to spend the money they earn. I further found that some of these types of “Independent Women” appear to not worry about what their spouses (if married) think or have negotiated their independence within the marriage. They make decisions about their professional and personal lives without depending on their spouses’ input. Which could leave the impression their husbands move agreeably with their ideas and support their independence. 

Some women believe being an “independent woman” wasn’t a choice but was created out of necessity or forcing them to be independent. They must project they are courageous and work hard to hide their imperfections. These women might be afraid of others seeing them in a negative light and go out of their way to not let anyone see them struggling. When they find themselves needing the help of others, they will likely not ask for it even when they’ve exhausted all options and can not access additional resources. They often do not seek assistance from others. Women who exercise this type of independence struggle emotionally, find themselves in dysfunctional relationships, and go from being CEOs and leaders of an organization or being a service worker, etc., to coming home, switching gears, and becoming a wife, mother, and caregiver. Women who are physically and financially independent unconsciously may feel they have achieved emotional wellness. It might be hard for them to shed their independence or allow someone else to garner it. The roles they’ve established for themselves and what they’ve worked to create will be hard to balance. However, to change the narrative is to trust their choices and talk through those emotions, build relationships that foster mutual respect, and afford the other people in their lives to show them who they are. And what they are capable of providing without compromising their independence. The most considerable struggle will be an internal one. They might find themselves saying they can’t do it! But they shouldn’t give in or give the voice power and control. When women believe in themselves and the people surrounding them, they can get what they desire and need. After all, they brought them into their life to help make it better. For the women who find themselves single, this could be even more challenging because someone has already shown them they are incapable of being what they need, want, or desire. But they should not allow those fears to cloud their judgment. Their lives from the outside looking in appear to be a storybook that keeps the people around them from seeing their circumstances. The words they speak and the social circle they engage in often give little to no insight into their crisis.  

In conjunction with what I’ve mentioned, some other independent women operate independently of the people and circumstances they contend with. These women are the sole proprietors of their lives, destiny, and destination. I’ve discovered their marital status bears no significance to their independence. They operate independently of their relationship, workplace, in and outside of their homes. These “Independent Women” believe it means having space and freedom to be creative and work hard to accomplish their goals. They want their voices heard and to be visible in the workplace and their homes. These women also work to find a balance within their careers and gender roles as wives, mothers, and caregivers. An “Independent Woman” with this thought process accepts and recognizes someone in their corner who can provide emotional, physical, and spiritual support. To this type of independent woman, it does not mean living independently of others or keeping people at bay. It also does not mean they must live a life of solitude or fear someone taking their independence away. Instead, they make it a point to be inclusive and create a space for themselves to operate within.  

I’ve found that no matter what type of independent woman you identify with, each comes with challenges. It is difficult transitioning from independent corporate jobs and service worker roles to coming home, switching gears, and becoming wives, mothers, and caregivers. When you’ve spent the day leading others and making decisions without input, it is hard to relinquish that control. To prevent this, women must trust their choices, talk through their emotions, and build relationships that foster mutual respect. 

In conclusion, being an “Independent Woman” simply means being able to breathe, exist, love, work, play, travel, and relax without fear of someone telling you that you’re doing it wrong or not doing it correctly. For this writer, being independent means going through hard times, having someone to talk to, and getting support when needed.  It’s about reaching out to others who have experienced what you’ve been through and leaning on others at the end of the day when you’ve left the independence at the office or your front door.  It should stand then to reason that being an “Independent Woman” means not bearing your burden or struggling alone. It means trusting in others when needed and realizing it’s okay to reach out for help.

Seasons Change, Lessons Gained

First, I was taught INDEPENDENCE.
On my own two feet, I was made to stand.
A hard lesson taught by a man.
Though, my father does not get that glory,
for the lesson he taught will come in a different story.

Next, I learned COMMITMENT.
For whom I gave very little effort and spent no time.
I tested the boundaries and then crossed the line.
A single unconscious misguided decision
opened a wound and forever altered my life’s direction.

Fate chose to step in and challenged my will,
it taught me that the TRUTH should never be concealed.

Up Next, I was met by COURAGE.
An unsolicited lesson clouded and masked in marital bliss.
The signs of deceit I blindly missed.
It came with the likeness of chivalry, love, and honor,
things not meant to cause pain, or make you run for cover.

Lastly, I stumbled upon STRENGTH.
A lesson all the others were unskilled to teach,
or was it, that my mind wouldn’t allow my heart to be reached.
This thing I was forced to face and quietly learn,
was buried down deep and from fear I couldn’t run.

As the seasons changed these were the lessons I gained.
I learned Independence,
it helped me understand Commitment,
introduced me to Truth,
Courage lifted me up,
but it was Strength I learned I couldn’t live without.

A Heart Condition

Surely you know the heart is an amazing and necessary vessel. The power and control it possess over us is a calculated condition, directed by an even greater power. Yet, being human and as flawed as we all are we fail to listen or respect what it tells us. We choose instead the words from our heads, that’s when we find ourselves caught in compromising positions, fighting to get out of heart breaking decisions. Our heads tell us to stay while are hearts say to walk away. But our hearts cries go unheard for the head says things in time will change. The heart holds the truth, a condition proven to be fatal, between love and hate its cradled.

Being Black

Written by: An Anonymous Author

Being Black in the Work Place, they take my kindness for weakness & take my silence for speechless. They consider my uniqueness strange, they call me language slang. They see my confidence as conceit, they see my mistakes as defeat.

They consider my success accidental, they minimize my intelligence to “potential”. My questions mean “I’m unaware”, my advancement is somehow unfair. Any praise is preferential treatment, to voice concern is discontentment.

If I stand up for myself, I’m too defensive. If I don’t trust them, I’m too apprehensive. I’m defiant! If I separate. I’m fake if I assimilate. Yet, consistently I am faced with work place hate. My character is constantly under attack.

Pride for my race makes me. “Too Black”. Yet, I can only be me.

And who am I you ask?

I am the Strong Black Person, who stands on the back of my ancestor’s achievements, with an erect spine pointing to the start with pride, dignity and respect. Which lets the Work Place know, I not only possess the ability to play by the rules, but I can make them as well! Being Black 36

PS. I’ve included this piece because it embodies my thoughts and fits into the way I feel. Enjoy!!!!

Family

Family is not just of the people to whom we are born,

but of the people who’ve touched and sheltered us from harm.

They are our teachers, ministers, and friends,

And not just our next of kin.

 

Family is the person who sat us down

and helped us figure out the direction, in which our lives are bound.

They are our neighbors who never speak,

the mailman, and even the men who sweep our streets.

 

Family is the vagrant this morning we saw on the street

and pretended we didn’t notice the shoes missing from their feet.

They are the people who stand at traffic lights

and make us wonder where they’ll sleep tonight.

 

Family is those who we openly embrace,

and even those we wish we didn’t have to face.

They are our mothers who loved us first,

and those who will watch us return to the earth.

 

Family is those who have taken a chance,

to help us change our circumstance.

They are the people to whom we choose not to speak,

Or fail to offer the shoes from our feet.

My Ancestors Legacy

I am not the sum of my ancestors struggles,

but the product of their strength & pride.

I am the future they fought for and hoped to gain.

I am the legacy they left behind.

My ancestors created a guide, a mold for me to follow,

they had a plan

had a plan

A plan for me to be able to stand up for others,

to speak out against inequality,

they gave me a plan and the drive to succeed.

I am the legacy they left behind.

I am not just the residue of the blood they shed for me,

But, I am the pulse and heartbeat of the future they didn’t get to see.

I am the legacy they left behind.

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A Testimony

Christianity is not about the number of cliche’s you can recite. “Too blessed to be stressed”; “Jesus is the reason.” ” God is good all the time and all the time ….” Nor is it about the number of bible verses you can memorize and auto-repeat. “Blessed are the pure in heart…”, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only…”, “Blessed are the meek for they shall…”

I’m not saying you shouldn’t know or learn biblical scriptures. Because 2 Timothy tells us “to study to show ourselves approve…” And there are going to be times in your life and when you’re involved in the lives of others, “ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of…” when you’re going to be in need of some encouraging words and all you’ll need to do is, first call on the Lord “please guide my footsteps…” and recall a few of those scriptures from your memory bank to help guide you through the situation. “I will direct your path”. But if you’re going to repeat the scriptures then you need to do so in the context of how, why and the way they were written and meant. And the only way to do that is for you to have experienced some trials, tribulations and gone through some struggles. You have to have gone through some things that left you beat up, battered and left with no way out. You have to have, had a front-row seat to trouble, dismay, destruction and or witnessed sorrow. You have to have, run out of options and then been the recipient of or been a witness to God’s power and presence when he changed it and turned it around. Then when he allowed you to look back on the situation and he shows you where you’ve been and what you’ve come through you begin to understand Gods purpose. God sends “he who is called by his name..” his people, those of us who know him and have personal relationships with him! through things so that we can be “living testimonies” to his faithfulness and promise “never to leave us nor forsake us”.

Our faith, our jobs, our responsibility is to follow in his footsteps, be like him, walk like him, speak like him, and love like him. But most importantly, pray like him. He has always answered the prayers of his people, and when he answers our prayers as he promised he would, all he wants us to do in return is for us to go out and tell the world about his goodness, mercy and what he has done for us in our lives.

It is very clear and whether you believe in God or you don’t.  every one of us from China to Australia, from Africa to America, whether you’re Black, Brown or White, you have a story to tell about a situation, a circumstance or an event in your life or in the life of someone near and dear to your heart or a friend of a friend you know who has gone from an impossible situation to something amazing and completely un-explainable.

There was no way based on physics, law, gravity or otherwise the situation should have turned out positive. It is in those moments when you are witnessing God step in and intercede on ours or their behalf. It is in those moments when God is revealing himself, in order to remind us of his promise to never leave us or forsake us and it is in those moments when God is telling us to stand up and speak up about his goodness, mercy, and Grace. It is also in those moments when we are expected to walk like God. He gives us an opportunity to speak on his behalf and be his voice so that we can lead others to Him.

“To God, I give all the Glory”

Racism: The River and The Rain

Racism is like a body of water, formed by the rain but unlike a puddle of rain water when left alone; it won’t dry up and simply fade away.

In fact, it’s more like a rain storm that doesn’t stop and becomes a raging river; running down stream. It will seek out the path of least resistance and travel underground, while taking refuge from the sun; hiding in cracks and crevices, to form pools of water prime for breeding life. But even then, it doesn’t stop moving, searching, and gaining strength to break free from the clay which helped to mold it, shape it and unsuccessfully held it at bay.

Racism is like a river running from the mountain top to the sea, unchecked, unchallenged, uncontested and allowed to flow free. It is like the river as it enters the ocean, it is embraced, it is accepted and then it is consumed. And just like the river, racism adapts and subtly blends in; waiting patiently for an opportunity to become rain again.