In the self

while I acclimating myself. The slow slog back. The compression in many aspects. The seek in where my skills lie. Do I waste more seasons? Do I strive to study? Or do something hands on?

The identity others seem to think I have lost. I have not lost it. It went in hiding a while. I always had the time to self. I was raised to have my own life, within a couple. And then from being a Mum. In easiness for the logistics of life and much besides.The balance of a women to maintain her identity.... when juggling the concepts of all that fall on us.

The times women could not vote, attend funerals, let alone speak out about matters. It is still customary not to speak unless spoken to, or cover bits or all of oneself when not with her husband, to go out ... in many cultures still. 

Yet the males who are protective over their own females, or indeed males these days too, the sometimes contradictory disregard of the very same ethics to other women or men, on the other hand as innate objects to lust over. Those that belong to some part of indescribable society where human slavery still happens in all forms, unimaginable too, The dogs that are breed to fight other dogs for fun. And on it goes.