Recently I have been having the urge to go on a one woman getaway. I can recall a few months back, a married friend of mine revealed to me the exact same thing, and asked me if I thought it was selfish. My response to her was, "Hell yes! And furthermore, girl, that's something white women do."
So why then, months later, has this idea popped into my head as if it were my own. Taking real time to pontificate this phenomenon, I have come to realize that the everyday stress of being a career woman and devoted sisterfriendfamilygirlwonderwoman has really worn me down. Faced with my frayed nerves, and absolutely no sign of a reduction in the tasks/issues that burden me, a solo vacation appears to be as attractive as Morris Chestnut in The Best Man.
