Mamarati

This will mostly be an entry to myself.

(Aren’t they all?)

So, I’m almost ready to address some things that I have been suppressing. And you know how I’m always bitching and moaning about how I can’t seem to pull it together. This part of me. That part of me. All the parts of me. As if I live in different worlds. Here and there. Online. Offline. With my family. With my kid. With my work. Everywhere I am it’s a different me.

And today, it almost clicked for me. What this all means. And what I have to do about it.

I think mostly it means I have to be unapologetic about me and who I am. All of me.

Because everyone’s a critic.

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In other news, remind me to write about my kid’s personality. I always knew he was a bit like me, but I had no idea just how much. More clarity there.