I sit at home and am trying to reconcile my overthinking brain how this one day will make a difference. I'm going to go back to work tomorrow and work twice as hard to make up for what I missed. I'm wondering if I am to take a sick day or how HR is supposed to do their job. In all honesty I called my dad to ask him.
Yes, that is a horrible thing to say on International Women's Day. But my father spent years in a union and went on strikes. I wanted to know about his experiences. I knew it was before my time, but heard stories about him on the picket lines all day and then working at night to keep the family fed. That's satisfies my curiosity. I wondered how those on strike stay afloat. Answer is by planning and sacrifice.
This is not a sacrifice for me. My privilege is making me get lost in guilt. I don't know if I am helping. I think this is more my desire to stay home and catch up on projects that I'm ignoring. There are more women struggling, but I am only capable of so much. In fact, writing this is technically work. Should I be posting this?
I can find holes and flaws in every strike and protest. That's just how my brain works. I saw on Facebook a list of makeup companies to boycott as they test on animals. I wonder why women have the burden of wearing makeup. But that comment did nothing improve a problem.
However, I am making efforts to understand. I have made progress in my understanding. I give myself a little bit of credit. I think my big problem is people patting themselves on the back for a little action and then returning to complacency. That is the big goal. Be better than other people and NOT brag about it.
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