Learning How to Play: Imposter Syndrome, Privilege and Self-Care.

I feel like the universe has been sending me signs that it’s finally time to write this post. 

Or you know, I finally really want to write this post and I’m interpreting everything as a sign. Potato, Po-tah-to.

It’s a running joke in my family that I am the more expensive child. 

For those of you who know me in real life and read this blog, you probably know that I have an older brother. But for everyone else out there, I have an older brother and he is almost eleven years older than me.

Inflation being what it is, I was obviously the more expensive child. But aside from that, soon after I was born, my family began moving around. Four people were often in four entirely different locations and somehow, I always managed to live in the most expensive one. 

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Musings on Auld Lang Syne: Being Brave

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a long time now, but sometimes only being pushed  down makes you go back to what you love to do. After what felt like an interminable week, I felt the need to write this post as soon as I got a moment to breathe (post a nap of course. Naps are true love). 

This isn’t something I share, mostly because it has literally nothing to do with anything, but my name, Simran, means ‘remembering God.’ My younger self found this almost hilarious, considering I stayed as far away from religion, rituals and praying as I could. As I grew older, however, I found myself turning to remembrance more and more. Not remembering God, precisely, but remembering good times, family, friends, old family histories and drawing strength and lessons from them. And more and more, I found that the qualities I valued most from these memories were bravery and gumption. And for a Ravenclaw/Slytherin, that’s a pretty big change of heart.

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