" All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, which is, most scandalously but rather appropriately, in Westminster Abbey, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds. It is she--shady and amorous as she was--who makes it not quite fantastic for me to say to you tonight: Earn five hundred a year by your wits. "

-- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own.

Time to account for myself-

To make out what I actually mean to myself -
let alone anyone else

Time to know how much of myself I really make
And what others make

Time to figure out what to compromise and what never

To make sure how much sticks on with time
And how much to be washed away

What to hold on to and what to let go
To see what belongs and what I just possess!

Lost my way while getting back,
Finally close
Shall meet you soon!