Dear Conscience,
It is not going well. I have been on the phone with government bureaucracy all morning. I want to cry. I have not done anything that I wanted to do. I have not started the week well. I need to course correct, but I am so irritated and on the burst of crying in frustration, that it is quite difficult to summon the calm and self-discipline needed for a course correction. I hope maybe popping in here to write these lines will help me redirect my attention.
Sincerely,
B.
I got my first nickname when I was 4 years old. It was “bakitza”, which means ‘an old lady’. I’ve always been an old lady on the inside. And as I progress towards being an old lady on the outside too, I want to take control of this journey. To reach the full fledged bakitza level with a peace of mind I always associated with that life stage. I thought it would come on it’s own with age. But now I realize that I have to take control over the mess that my life currently is in order to be a thoroughly satisfied bakitza one day.
Becoming Bakitza 
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