Greatest Accomplishment

When I was a little girl i wanted to grow up to be a singer. Listening to my moms listen to Earth, wind, & fire and Al green and shit made me want to wail too. Well I do sing, but not worth shit.
I wanted ot be a cashier like the girls at the grocery store. I would play cashier with my aunities and brother and loved bagging up the empty packages and trash I sold them. Then I grew up and became a cashier…and standing on your feet for 8 hours is no joke. Although I do love customer service and I can seem to purr away almost any bitchiness out of anyone.
I wanted to be a teacher, then I grew up and realized that there are so many horrible parents out there that give their kids anything and everything…and I can’t stand other people’s bad kids.
I wanted to be a writer and I guess in a way I am. I can spin tales and weave boring ass things into something people want to read, but I feel like everyone has that in them…if they just let it happen and don’t try too hard. Plus, you know I can tell a story but don’t ask me where the comma goes.
I have done many thing in my life, some jobs i hated some I loved. It never mattered which paid more. I was perfectly happy and proud of my housekeeping job as I was unhappy at working in a school for way more money or in a casino for way more.
I have had so many jobs, I don’t even know if I can go back and count them.
I do know one thing….above all I reached my ultimate goal and destiny in this lifetime.
I gave birth to 4 beautiful and wonderful children. I don’t know what I did in my last lifetime to deserve them, but they are and always will be my greatest accomplishment.

Money or a life of leisure can not come close to compensating for what I have now.


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