My decision…

It takes time to decide. Yes, to decide, what to do, what to become. So I sit down and pick up my journal. Yes, I have a journal. To write…

I spoke to my mother today, and told her what I decided. 
I told her it would take time, but I am willing to do as I have decided.

I told her it would make me great, though it may cause some pain, to my siblings, her and me.

I told her it is mostly done by men, and they too get hurt.

I told her it’s a dream that I must make true and that is a fact.
I told her am tired of standing in the bleachers.....I must prove that greatness comes to all, not just those who look it.

She declined to support my decision, but I persisted in making her understand.

She said once bitten I replied twice stronger. She said she cannot take it, I replied it is my decision. 
She said I am her child, I replied behold your product.

A product of great value, of leadership, and integrity.
 A product that shall not shy away from something that can be considered gender biased. 
A product that stands the test of time, a product so proud, that a fall is just that….

She said my bones are not strong, that the past had hit me hard.
 Instead I showed her how the past, influenced this path.

She wanted to cry, but I held her hand, I told her if I die, that she should understand...

I died for greatness and not for fear, from something many would run away from, in a scare.

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I packed my bags this evening, ready to live home. My shorts in the bag, my boots in the hand, I turn back and stand, say goodbye and that is that.

The pitch awaits me…