A Woman’s Role

“Write a blog,” he says.

I know my colleague’s words are kind and encouraging, yet they somehow sound like a demand. “Oh yes, I’ll put it on my list,” I reply. But where exactly on the list? Perhaps before doing my tax return, but probably after cooking dinner, cleaning the toilet, and topping up the kids’ lunch money.

There’s always a list and I am supposed to find time for all the things on it. Some are essential, some not, and others supposedly “good for me,” like writing a blog.

So here I am writing on a Wednesday morning, after making a packed lunch, emptying the dishwasher, feeding the cat, and putting away the laundry. I sit down with a cup of tea and ask myself: Why am I writing this? What purpose does it serve? Who would even want to read my words? Does it help anyone?