Light Me Up

Light Me Up

Here's a post from my friend "Charlie." She's one of the toughest, smartest, and most generous women I know. She's also one of the original Women Who Get Shit Done - a group of women I met through work who inspire me, challenge me, support me, and keep me on my toes. Charlie is the kind of women we need more of. The kind of friend who will fight with you as hard as she'll fight for you, if that's what's needed to get the thing done. She DOES LIFE with an energy and persistence that I can't really wrap my head around. Charlie is good people.

You might wonder why Charlie is writing under a pen name. Well, to be honest, she is kind of a big deal in her community, and wanted to be able to share candidly. So, here you go. Meet Charlie: 

Some days I wish I had a switch. A “give a damn switch” that I could just flip off.

It’s a fantasy, I know. I’m not built that way. Sometimes I wonder . . . do I need to flip my switch off? Maybe other people need to turn theirs on! What would it be like to live in oblivion? To be totally clueless about the destruction around you, and the ignorance behind the perpetuation of that destruction. These are the thoughts that race around in my head as I work through another situation with another lost soul, seemingly alone. "Where is the humanity? Where is the village?" If I think this way, imagine the lost souls.

I don’t have to imagine. For most of my life, I fought alone. Fought for freedom from domestic violence, poverty and stereotypes. Everybody has a different battle, but the fight is the same. It’s the kind of fight that takes everything you have, and makes you question everything around you. It’s the kind of fight that changes who you are and how you do life. It’s the kind of fight that makes you wary of others, makes you question their motives and intentions. After years of fighting, it becomes instinctive. You can't turn it off. Sometimes, you fight too much.

To be in the world, you have to learn to pull back and to clearly assess. When you're born fighting, the challenge is to learn resist the fight, so that you can gain clarity. I’ve learned with clarity comes peace, and I'd really like some peace. Some days, that’s the only thing that subsides my urge to lash out - the search for peace and clarity.

But here is what I know. The fight - the peace and clarity that come from that fight - make me a better me. And I make the world a better place when my "give a damn" switch is on. Light me up!

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