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.
