I wake up most mornings at around 5 a.m., but with the time change, it’s actually more like 4 a.m. Because I have yet to reset the clock on my nightstand for Daylight Savings. (I realize that Daylight Savings occurred weeks ago, but I am a busy working mother in case you forgot.)
This plays to my advantage because the only time I can write is when everyone is unconscious, tucked safely away with their dreams and their biological need for sleep.
So I get an extra hour, which I know isn’t really true because on the flip side, I go to bed at 9 p.m., which is really 8 p.m., but whatevs. This voodoo math works for me.
With a very light step, I sneak downstairs to make coffee and hide out in my “room of one’s own” (as Virginia Woolf claimed every woman should have) to dream, write, and be myself.
All by myself.
Because it’s so quiet, I often find myself humming a tune. And in addition to the odd habit of not resetting my clocks for Daylight Savings, I have an equally odd habit of humming songs that emerge from my subconscious and always seem to fit the situation at hand.
Here are some of my Oldies but Goodies:
Arguing with the hubs?
“Do You Really Want to Hurt Me,” by Culture Club plays in the background like a sad movie.
Sharing your exciting pregnancy news?
“Welcome to the Jungle,” by Guns N’ Roses blares in my ears as I hug you and congratulate you and silently pray for you.
Trying to out-macho me at work?
“Mama Said Knock You Out,” by LL Cool J thumps with the rhythm of my heart as I prepare my rebuttal.
So this morning, it didn’t surprise me that a remix of “Still Ballin” by Tupac Shakur found its way into my head. And it went something like this,
“Still bloggin’ until the day I die. (Until I die.) You can bring your crew but we remain true.”
For those of us who might be unfamiliar, Tupac Shakur (also known as 2Pac) is one of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time. Well-known for his powerful critiques of society, it occurred to me, as I sat in my “room of one’s own,” that this gangsta rapper and the Victorian-era Virginia Woolf actually have a lot in common.
Tupac rapped about racism and inner-city violence; Virginia wrote about sexism and the status of women. And while Tupac and Virginia can only meet in my mind, I think they would be fast friends.
Because within their critiques of society at large, they were both storytellers who wove their personal experiences into the larger narrative.
A narrative that didn’t see or value people like them. (And still doesn’t, for that matter.)
And they did so in such an epic way that they inspired people with similar stories to question the larger narrative. To feel validated for their struggles within it. And to say, “Wait a sec, this narrative sucks,” and start rewriting it.
Which is what I’m trying to do with this blog.
Interestingly, I didn’t mean to become a blogger. Up until a couple of years ago, blogging was as mysterious as intergalactic space travel or “The Facebook.”
A social-media neophyte, I failed to realize people could post comments on my blog until they did. And I was horrified.
I also made the mistake of posting one of my pieces on The Facebook, and then had a nervous breakdown when the smiley faces and hearts came pouring in from my friends and family and people who actually knew me.
Which apparently is what The Facebook is all about.
Needless to say, blogging has been a somewhat accidental and traumatic experience. But like 2Pac and Virginia, I am committed to critiquing society at large by being a storyteller who weaves my own personal experiences into the larger narrative.
And to do so in such an epic way that I inspire people with similar stories to question the larger narrative. To feel validated for their struggles within it. And to say, “Wait a sec, this narrative sucks,” and start rewriting it.
Which is why I’ll still be bloggin’ until the day I die.
In my room of one’s own.
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