Snuggle Your Sisters: International Women’s Day — as if a day could suffice ….. 2020 is too late — Simplicity Do Your Dream

Yes. Panthers and the planet are dying. So it goes. Ah, democracy. I say, Universe, forget Tracy. Remember Loretta. Angela. Bela. Read me — remember them. We here ( the mes here) in the peanut gallery of principle are delightfully and disarmingly shackled with the aim of stepping up to stand back. As easy — intoxicatingly so, it is for one such as me — see headshot and personal callout above — for my cry to be tended to, so is that those screamers, speakers, say so-ers, needers, knowers, and Messiahs are ignored. Casual. Caustic. Cruel — to the unheard, but so so so for the rest of us.

I pray to learn, Lord. How can I? Any of us if muted, dormant is the wisdom of so so many in the public forum. Here she goes — standing up — party seas — letting the chosen cast in. Tsunami, dammit. Wet the shores. Myself and the like rush to the back. Tracy Michele Bullock makes space. Tracy Michele Bullock knows how to get out of the fucking way. Antenna that Boo got.

Is this advocacy? Well that ain’t my call. Comments welcome.

Ball drop and money in hand — on the selling floor (slaughter sheet some not so sunny days) What can I offer? (if this is NOT to be a cop out, right?) Architecture. A mirror. A window. Bridge to the next and better phase. Map. Call me Madame Stenographer. I have an honor: the honor of being as the sympathetic stickler of a stage manager for so many of us — you — who only need the battery in their backing to be cranked — may I be your topsy turner.

YOU — on the edge of you. Can almost taste — more revenue, less stress, clean messaging, clearer schedule. A focus. Forecast. Map. Magic.

ME — the Answer Angel, the Career Civil Engineer, the Cook who fries up the leftovers from dreams deferred into the Course of your Career Clock. Professional Profess-or. Freelance Finesser.

SDYD takes your “WANT” to an “AM”.

#IWD — no. Ignited Women’s Dynasty. Step into the Legacy laid before you. Is this penned from obligation? No. It is from frankness. Commitment to “ME” under “IT”. “THEM”- the sisters and sister supporters and savors that have brandished blades of no excuses. Cleared the field for me, so I may welcome YOU!

We are capitalist — in desire perhaps, most certainly in convention. Thus, I stay up tonight painting my poster to carry in the mid-March bluster saying: Tracy Bullock here, how can I help?

Dreams delivered daily. Dudes to the back. Take back tomorrow. Power pack that shit tonight. The clock is ticking and the crowd is getting antsy.

Originally published at https://www.simplicitydoyourdream.com on March 6, 2020.