...But metaphorically I seem to have a cupboard full. Full-time academic, mother to 1-year-old, wife to 32-year-old, daughter, sister, auntie, friend to others. Nothing unusual - not an especially large number of hats. We all wear lots these days.
The particular clutter of hats I'm referring to here, though, includes some that I THOUGHT I'd be wearing at this point in my life, as well as some that I thought I was rid of. Hats I was trying on before The Job, before The Baby. E.g., The Bowler of Self-Assurance, which will not stay on lately. It's been replaced by the ill-judged Beanie of Teenage Uncertainty. I thought I'd chucked that one out, but it's back.
Anyway, the idea of this blog is to try to reclaim some time to myself Between Hats. In the past I've found regular writing like this to act like a wedge, opening up a bit more space for those honest, unguarded thoughts that I occasionally glimpse on their way past. It's been a long time since I haven't felt watched or judged according to the hat that I'm supposed to be wearing, and the sense of being observed makes truthful reflection tricky. I remember that it gets easier if you just keep writing, little and often. So I'll give it a go.
The particular clutter of hats I'm referring to here, though, includes some that I THOUGHT I'd be wearing at this point in my life, as well as some that I thought I was rid of. Hats I was trying on before The Job, before The Baby. E.g., The Bowler of Self-Assurance, which will not stay on lately. It's been replaced by the ill-judged Beanie of Teenage Uncertainty. I thought I'd chucked that one out, but it's back.
Anyway, the idea of this blog is to try to reclaim some time to myself Between Hats. In the past I've found regular writing like this to act like a wedge, opening up a bit more space for those honest, unguarded thoughts that I occasionally glimpse on their way past. It's been a long time since I haven't felt watched or judged according to the hat that I'm supposed to be wearing, and the sense of being observed makes truthful reflection tricky. I remember that it gets easier if you just keep writing, little and often. So I'll give it a go.
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