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FIRST EDITION
To all the women who have braved singlehood, commitments and endless life struggles which still made them believe.
Believe in something much more...
It was 5:37 as the sunset reflected onto the towering glass, when I saw my phone beaming with notifications asking if I had started. That pretend last sip of coffee sitting cold and bitter was the last breath I drew as I decided to end the sundowner event plans for next week.
Fridays weren't usually so long.
Transitioning to my never-tired-always-active tone, I graciously thanked my team for their efforts this week. While subconsciously calculating my inputs, I dispersed the conference room only to know that we'll be seeing each other in an alternate work setting within a few hours.
Many at Auburn Soiree believe in the 'fly work and more play' anthem.
A little over four years, I am still treading the fine line between despise yet feel alive vibe.
Rushing as phone calls blare, setting reminders, checking off my planner while logging off the laptop, I head to the ladies' room. It sounds good when its empty. The sound of nothing. Taking off my blazer, feeling my neck tight, as I unbutton my shirt and change into a nude silk camisole over my skinny faux leather trousers, I wish to be home alone.
Dabbing my lips and cheeks with my signature red lip color that barely costs a tooth & nail, I lavishly spritz on the scent that does, so does the swipes of mascara as my basics.
Never getting used to the elevator ride of 28 floors, I find solace in uber rides, midst traffic, windows up, soft air-conditioned breeze hugging around, scrolling through my notifications from the day, quick responses if needed; although no headphones needed as I glance out free.
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