I have several modes.
Mom mode.
Wife mode.
Teacher.
Massage Student
Massage therapist
House fixer/painter
Cleaner of house
Dog parent
Friend.
Daughter/sister/cousin
I have trouble switching between them. When going between one and the next, I have to pause a second, take a breath, and mentally switch hats. Or shoes. Or whatevers. I don't like that I am so non-integrated, but I simply can't do it. At least not right now.
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Oh, I empathize with this so much. I have Mom-mode and Writer-mode, and even when I'm telling my son stories, those two modes never, ever intersect.
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