Sunday Scribbling " Competition"

This picture was taken last week.
The rain washed it all away a day later.
They're calling for snow today, so far only a sprinkling covers the ground.

Sunday Scribblings Competition

I never thought much of myself as very competitive. During gym class as a child I was a very fast short distance runner, but I would come in last running the track. I hated running then and I still do. This is pretty much a metaphor for my life. If I enjoy a hobby such as scrabble I CAN be competitive, if you put a male into the equation then I become even more competitive. For the most part I just enjoy the game win or lose.

When I was young I could hit a baseball harder than any of the boys I played with. I loved to play soccer that way too! I could ride my bike fast and in grade three I beat every boy in my class arm wrestling. Am I a ball buster? Maybe I was then. Or was it just that I had a mother who was equality based woman who did the majority of the homemaking and worked full time too. Did I secretly harbor resentment over this injustice?

I pretty much fell into the same roll, which hailed a degree of bitterness. I have come up against the patriarchy so many times in my fifty years. It’s not that I don’t love men. I really do. There are so many terrific males out there. I just don’t want them peeing on my tree so to speak.

I think woman are too underestimated in so many walks of life. I spent hours fixing my daughters stroller when she was three. My ex spent at the most half an hour to forty-five minutes then gave up. Was I just more determined, or was it the old cliché, necessity is the mother of invention? Fixing her stroller was done out of love.

Does love make me competitive? I guess the answer would be, possibly. My love of scrabble, my daughter, my life, my friends, drives me. Which could be seen as competitive, yet I never feel competitive! You tell me, am I?