I checked her out on twitter and read her bio, opened her timeline, scrolled down a bit to about two weeks worth of tweets. Nothing special except that she seemed to have good intentions. Nothing threatening.
But it is always the well-intended friendly women who are the most threatening. They work inwardly, embracing the joy of working, unsoiled by petty ambitions.
Later we fought a bitter war at the interviews and I gracefully admit a truce, if not defeat by a slim margin. It is true she was a threat by virtue of perhaps not intending to be one. She is now doing some exciting project which I always thought of doing but never got around to doing. I toss my head at this and message her my support. One must find joy in a world that is full of good ideas and activism.
But, and I ask you this, what must one do with that quick sting of jealousy?
As for me I have sat here and changed colors for the past hour like a malfunctioned chameleon. As my head starts to boil some ideas bubble up to the surface and demand to be manifested before someone else gets to it.
This, right here, is a thin line between embracing my passion and posing a threat.