So. I got these tests done on lots of things. Maybe I've been a little worried. Ok, probably more worried than I've let on. Rightly so. I have these wierd things going on and that's why I went and had the tests done; to ease my mind.
The results came back. I'm reading through them. Normal, normal and more normal, everything. I'm feeling stress literally reel out of my body, a little like a balloon deflating small bits at a time. By the time I get to the last page, something catches my eye. You know the part where they mark in whether you are a male or a female? Yeah, you know, that part. How 'bout they think I'm a male? How 'bout they marked that I am a male? Hmmm. Really? You think the results are a bit SKEWED maybe? Stress reinflates me. I have about zero confidence in the results as they are marked for a male. I am clearly NOT a male. In no way shape or form do I resemble a male. I mean, hey, we talked about your perception BEING your reality and everything but that is absurd.
Come on people, work with me here. Man are they going to hear from ME in the morning. Phew. I'm all done here. Just done. D.O.N.E. Just call me Mister. Go ahead, it kind of just rolls off the tongue doesn't it? Notsomuch. There isn't a male bone in my body. And THAT my friends, you can rely on.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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