The fact is this post is less about this particular grocery store and more about humility.
When I worked full-time, I had more money to blow on stuff, perhaps I let it define me. My identity now resides under the family umbrella. Sure I write (trying to get that children’s book published), and have an uber small marketing gig but I’m seen more for being a mom and home keeper than anything else.
Some days I struggle with my role and then I remember I just have to get over myself.
Ever find yourself in this kind of a parallel?