My friends may not believe this, but I have a primary job that keeps me busy through most of the day and night when I'm not doing chores, writing or talking. Really, I do! I think.
While this is mostly a good thing all around, it is mostly inconvenient from a writing standpoint as time surpasses my writing efforts. I get very little time to write on a daily basis, while the list of thoughts and life events continue to grow. Key days such as Women's Day inspire me to stop thinking for a while.
Thanks to my thinking skills, traffic jams are a breeze, queues are non-issues, and long sermons are never an interminable purgatory. Waiting on calls or interviewees work to my advantage. In short, I'm never bored. There are questions and answers to remember, a thicket of idiots to be silenced, universes to redeem, princesses to rescue, awards to win and more. It all begins in my head.
When I grow weary of thinking and decide to put my thoughts into words, I know I virtually use every part of my brain. That is why I write exemplary pieces on special days as this.
It has now been 49 years since the world decided to set aside a day to celebrate women, their achievements and ponder over what needs to be done to let them be. This year's theme, 'Count her in: Invest in women'. Accelerate progress got me thinking about last year's theme which was 'DigitALL: Innovation and technology for gender equality' taking me ten years to the past.
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