Xavy & Mom

Single Mom Survival: Week of Self-Sabotage Life as a single parent often feels like juggling flaming torches while riding a unicycle. As an introvert (and a classic INTJ!), my default mode is analysis and planning, trying to make sense of the beautiful chaos that is raising my 12-year-old son, Xavy, working two IT jobs, and managing my furry companions – one very clever Belgian Malinois and one equally adorable Shih Tzu. Amidst this balancing act, someone recently asked me a

Single Mom Survival: Week of Self-Sabotage Life here in sunny Dumaguete has its own rhythm, a mix of the daily grind, the joys (and occasional dramas) of raising my 12-year-old, Xavy, and the delightful chaos brought by my two very opinionated dogs – a sharp Belgian Malinois and a sweet little Shih Tzu. As an INTJ-A introvert also juggling a full-time job and an online IT gig, downtime can feel like a precious, almost mythical creature. So, the question that’s

Single Mom Survival: Week of Self-Sabotage I can pinpoint several moments when that nasty little seed of self-doubt first took root. That job interview I was so sure I aced, only to receive the polite rejection email. The elaborate cake I attempted for Xavy’s birthday that ended up looking like a leaning tower of frosting. That expensive certification I studied tirelessly for, only to see the dreaded “Fail” on the screen. Each of those moments chipped away at my confidence.

Single Mom Survival: Week of Self-Sabotage Ah, self-sabotage in its most… domestic form. The question is, what’s the most memorable or epic way I’ve sabotaged myself? For me, it’s not some dramatic, life-altering event. It’s the slow, steady erosion of interest. My superpower seems to be starting things with gusto and then… poof! My focus vanishes like Xavy’s Halloween candy stash. The most memorable example? Those darn curtains. I got this brilliant idea to sew new curtains for house in