I worked and don’t even get time and a half. Damn. But that’s cool. Even though some middle aged white woman called me “stupid” today.
I’m not going to sweat it. Even though I cried earlier. I know my worth. I’m not going to let some mean ass woman determine how I feel about myself. I refuse to let her ruin my positive energy that I’m trying to give out. I can’t let positive leeches suck out every positive thought that I have about myself. I can’t.
One day (soon very soon) I will be sitting on top of all my success and I’ll remember this 4th of July and I will pray for the young lady at the local fast food restaurant working her way through college. I’ll pray that whatever experience that she is going through today will make for an awesome-ass autobiography tomorrow.