I'm a pessimist if I'm not careful, a feminist, a Black,. . . an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive.
. . . the limitations of my endurance were expanded over and over. At times I felt that if I did not sit down I would collapse. Then something would happen to attract my attention. . . miraculously, the distraction always provided wings, carrying new strength, a second wind.