I’m a male corporate work-bit in the land of computers. My life right now is the eighty hour week, a multi-tasking, list freak for brain overload, mountains of anxiety and sleep deprivation. This Silicon Valley Corporation is a demanding, heartless monster for profit.
My thoughts are well-hidden: It’s overdue to experience a real, live Boss Lady, a living, breathing female that knows my needs. When I find her, I’ll say out loud, “Please show me, tell me how to be your …………, Boss Lady, below is my resume”.
My history: For centuries, the men in my culture have left a legacy of racism and no so good comments towards women. I’m not one of them and pleading, Pink Hair Boss Lady for your female super words. Your black sheers makes me shake like a bowl of jelly. I come at all costs to cook, wash dishes, clean toilets etc. Whatever you want, I’ll do it right now.
It’s a Huge Relief to let it go. I‘m killing my old male self, death to the patriarchy. My inherited, entitlement as a male has been swiped clean by your spirit.