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I grew up in the service industry. My family owned one of the first Indian grocery stores in New York, and I helped out every now and then..

I'm just not confident. I'm the responsible one. I'm terrible with money. I'm a perfectionist. I'm too emotional. Listen closely to the stories people tell about themselves, and you'll notice something interesting. We don't just have beliefs. We become them. At some.

Have you ever had an old memory arrive out of nowhere? Not because you were looking for it, but because something inside you quietly opened.

Sometimes, nothing makes me happy. Not even my favorite being in the world, Coco, my senior pup. On those days, I feel unsettled and restless. I try.

On Saturday night, I got into an argument with Lola. She was loud, persistent, and almost convincing. The more she spoke, the smaller I felt..

  Is there a past version of yourself that you miss? Not all of you, but fragments of you. Certain moments, habits, feelings, or memories that still.