The days are getting shorter and colder (I think. It’s typically colder in my broke down busted house than it is outside, and I don’t really go outside) and reader, it’s getting harder and harder for me to get out of bed. I make a to-do list every day, but most days I get distracted either by A. chores I need to do or, if this past Monday is any inclination, B. looking up a bunch of unsavory types I used to work with ten years ago, seeing how they all have “Executive” and “Director” positions even though they couldn’t tell me and the one other Black girl who worked in the office in a different department apart.
And so, this past Monday, I started wondering why I never got opportunities that I felt like I deserved—was it institutional racism? My bad personality? The thing I do at the end of every job I’m over called, “giving it barely even 1%?” A fourth thing I haven’t even considered????
Then, I asked myself an even more important question: Did I, do I want an executive or director position?
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