His name is Hov. H to the O, V – and I bet you would never believe that a lyric of his has become my personal pep talk and professional slogan. Yes, Jigga – the man, the myth, the legend – has successfully crafted a sentence which is coherent and clever enough that it has altered the way I plan to approach the future of my career.
For those of you who know me (and for those who don’t), I make it brutality obvious that I will do everything in my power to fight the stereotypical duties of a woman – marrying rich, counting down the days to the birth of one’s child, delivering several more children, and having a “career” which is flexible enough so one can leave work in enough time to take little Johnny-Jo to soccer. I last thought this sort of life was appealing when I played with dolls — I made Ken drive the pink convertible to work while Barbie and Kelly stayed home to cook. I loved babies and a fun Friday night was sitting for my neighbors. Things quickly changed.
I cannot tell you when this changed happened or what caused the transformation, but I can tell you one thing – “I’m different. I can’t base what I’m going to be off of what everybody isn’t.” While it is society’s norm for women to have an innate urgency to marry and reproduce at a surprising rate, I think I’ll focus on my career – instead of driving three kids to ballet and Boy Scouts, I’ll enjoy a casual glass of wine while watching reruns of Desperate Housewives to unwind after a fast-paced and game changing day. While most of my acquaintances from high school are engaged, married or onto their second child (not necessarily in that order), I am wonderfully content with my life and where it is going.
For the majority of my life, trying to “fit in” was the bane of my existence. Now, at the tender age of 22, the last thing I want to do is conform. Hova, your poetic words have moved me so, and for that, I am eternally grateful. I will be what everybody isn’t.