SHE

Often I get asked how it feels to be a woman. I stay bemused for I dont know how to be anything else except being one. She chose me. I simply caved in. Being a woman is like running on a treadmill you dont quite get anywhere. You pick up each day from where you left the previous day. In these pages we celebrate waxing woes and bad hair days we tick the boxes and break the rules and we apologise for getting old and feel guilty when promoted at work. We speak of unwanted advice as we offer some too. We sigh smile and scorn. We observe absorb judge and compare. We own our space. The subjects of the book are women I know. Its not a case of pure coincidence but pure intention. No research has gone into the book unless you consider banter over drinks on long distance phone calls or by water coolers so. Allow me I want to talk for a few (more) minutes about being a woman just before I sign off. I am in love with my existence and I will not trade my position with anyone a fellow girlfriend or a fellow male friend. Am I grateful? Oh yes. Am I exhausted? Yes. Am I wiser? No. I dont know what to say to women who walk up to me under the impression that I know better. Am I ready to give up? No. To love to us. To all the women I knew know and will know.