I was born on the fence, so to speak. Half white and half East Indian – it was an automatic “in the middle” situation. Existing, I simply was in the middle. And there I’ve been ever since.
In the middle. I’ve struggled with it. Wrestled. Buried and hid from it.
The middle is not a good place. It’s a stuck place. You must always aim for the top. The middle is where mediocrity lives.
Ultimately, I’ve never been able to move away from the fence-sitting role.
So I’ve been forced to re-frame it.
The middle is my strength. My ability to see both sides. Not just on issues of race, but on the many other things I end up finding myself in the middle of.
Christianity and New Age and Eastern Spirituality and Philosophy
I believe in discipline but not corporal punishment (spanking)
My babies wore cloth when it was convenient, and disposable when it wasn’t
I had natural childbirths, but in a hospital
I was an extended breastfeeding, co-sleeping, baby carrying, solid delaying, selectively vaxing mom
I worked from home as long as I could, but occasionally needed childcare myself
I believe in higher education but only have a high school diploma and a couple of certificates
I’m in the middle but I am not stuck. I know who I am and where I am. I am in the middle and I am okay with that.
It is not stuck. It is not mediocre.
It simply is.
It’s simply me.
Center of Attention.
That’s not me.
But it’s going to be.
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