The Struggle

I keep telling myself I’m going to cry when I graduate with this Ph.D. but for what? Because I’m tired? Because of my struggle?

To tell you the truth, the struggle hasn’t been a struggle. I have the easy button. I came from a middle-class, college educated family. I grew up in suburbia and went to AAA schools. I married a white man who got a college education. I hit the easy lotto.

When I cross that stage, should I be excited because now I have more power to fight a centuries long war of inequality? Or should I be acutely aware of my privilege and increasing ‘power’ as time goes on for me.

The struggle is real. But not for me.