Self-care is my biggest hypocrisy. I preach it, but have trouble partaking in it. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I grew up caring for my younger siblings. I was a mother for them when I was still a child myself. That meant giving things up. It’s how I transitioned so easily from public to private school. Working all evening as a janitor and then studying all night was difficult, but it was necessary to get to somewhere better.
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When Life Gets Harder, It Gets Better

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It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Between preparing for a massive inspection at the station, starting a new work schedule, and re-editing the final chapter of my book, I feel exhausted. But there are few of things that are keeping me going. Continue reading When Life Gets Harder, It Gets Better