menopausebarbees
... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

An Open Letter to Haters

Someone tried to still my Joie de Vivre recently by blasting me on Facebook. This “Someone” posted on my public page, “Dana, keep on doing what you’re doing as YOUR parent’s need YOUR help spending THEIR money.

After immediately unfriending said “Someone”, I accessed his ignorant assumption. I have built my life by design, co-creating my friendship, family, financial freedom and community give back. I work hard. I play hard. Life is good!

Granted, I was blessed with parents who were hard working, true pioneers who didn’t take NO for an answer, and attained success. But it was the foundation that they laid of NEVER GIVE IN OR GIVE OUT which was my greatest gift. Daddy was quoted as saying, “Work is contagious. When you see people getting sh*t done, it gets instilled in your mind that you too can do anything if you attempt to do it.” As we celebrate Black History month, I reflect on my own lineage. I recently discovered this photo of my family, I was the baby.

family baby

What “Someone” didn’t know is that little girl would grow to inherit a business that was on the verge of bankruptcy. My parent’s divorce after 32 years and substantial legal fees and a receivership left fragments of a once thriving real estate business which I along with my mother have invested 25 years to restore. “Someone” didn’t pay witness to the 25 years of 24 hours 7 days a week being on call. They didn’t have to struggle on how to make a mortgage or pay a shut off water bill and make ends meet. I obtained my real estate license at 19 and used my knowledge and skills to find and finance my own projects. There have been tremendous sacrifices to get where I am today, and believe me, I wouldn’t change a thing as the struggles have made me stronger and more appreciative of where I landed. But, I will not sit by and let assumptions be made on how I arrived.

My son when he was 5 illustrated this photo which I framed and now keep hanging on my office wall. I guess I instilled it in him early…

working

Today, I just ask that you a take a moment and NOT judge, as you really don’t know someone’s journey. Daddy’s favorite saying was, “God bless the child that’s got his own.” Thanks, Daddy.. I’m blessed.

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