The fine line between sanity and insanity becomes ever so clearer as time passes and decisions become harder and less about me but about the happiness and safety of my family. I have found that motherhood if not handled with care can turn into a real identity crisis. Who am I in the world these days? And why aren’t my wants and likes a priority? Isn’t a happy mom a better mom? Then again, isn’t that the selfish and easy way out of the responsibility I accepted when I gave birth to my child? As a working mother, running my own business, I find myself caught in this ever so narrow space between the sane and the insane. In my rants i discuss the reasons, the scenarios, and reflect a bit on the crazy thoughts that run through my mind.
"I’m a philosophy professor." "If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?" "Never make an exception of yourself." "What does that mean?" "People like to make exceptions of themselves. They hold other people to moral codes that they aren’t willing to follow themselves. For example, people tend to think that if they tell a lie, it’s because it was absolutely necessary. But if someone else tells a lie, it means they’re dishonest. So never make an exception of yourself. If you’re a thief, don’t complain about being robbed.”