I guess this means trying new things won’t always turn out the way you hoped they would. I have half a casserole dish left of potatoes to eat, and I’m going to be super sore tomorrow from this class. Either way, I regret nothing.

Most people want to live a cushy life. They just want to have fun, laugh, and not worry about things they feel are out of their control. Most people, companies, organizations don’t care about the truth. They don’t care about people’s struggles other than their own. They want to live their cushy lives, do the bare minimum, get paid, and enjoy life. Unless something directly affects them, they either don’t pay attention, don’t care, or don’t even believe that something exists as a real issue.

I am not most people.

Why am I here? What do I want to say? What do I have to say? Is it important? Does anybody care? Who am I to talk about these things? I am still learning. I’m not an expert.

These are the thoughts that race through my mind every time I sit down to write a new blog. This is so new to me. It is vulnerable, and I don’t feel good enough. But then again, this was supposed to be just for me. So, what am I worried about?

Instead of just letting the 3-year-old wear the pyjamas (like really, who was it going to hurt?), I told him that if he wears his pj’s today, he will not get to wear them next week when all his friends will be wearing them. “They will all be having fun in their pj’s with their stuffies, and you will just be in your regular clothes.” What a way to make a kid feel like sh*t.