I was talking to one of my closest friends today and discussing a group I use to run. I remember when I developed the group for women called Miniya (much expected of her). I wanted it to be about uplifting us, we, women. My husband and other men use to call it the "Male Bashing Group." Yet we never did that. I always focused it on why we tolerated certain behaviors from others (including men) and why aren't we celebrating ourselves more. So the group started out strong, but over the years it drifted, and the friendships did the same.
So as my bestie and I talk, we realize that women often sacrifice there lives, their friends, their dreams while our male counterparts usually *tweek* their lives, but pretty much maintain their lifestyles. I told her that I would love to start another group, but then realized that I stopped out of fear. I stopped because I felt, and still feel, as if I was more committed to the group then some of the other women. They began cancelling so they could shop, were tired, or whatever. Me, tired, would still get up plan out our discussion and activities, and be there ready and energized. With so many folks uncommitted, that, I found it draining.
