Tag: modern adulthood

  • Why I’ve Stopped Explaining Myself

    There was a time when I explained everything. Why I spoke the way I spoke. Why I dressed the way I did. Why I liked certain restaurants and not others. Why I was selective about the people I kept close. Why I made some lifestyle choices that didn’t look “normal” or “necessary” to others. For…

  • Things I Quietly Judge (But Keep to Myself)

    I like to think I’m a fairly tolerant person. I live in a big city. I’ve learnt patience. I’ve learnt to mind my business. I’ve learnt that everyone is fighting their own battles and that judging people rarely leads anywhere useful. And yet. There are things I quietly judge. Internally. Silently. With no intention of…

  • Why I Started Blogging in 2026

    If you had told me a few years ago that I’d be starting a blog in 2026, I probably would’ve laughed. Blogging felt like something from another internet era. Something we all did, or followed, in the early 2010s. Then somewhere along the way, it faded into the background. Replaced by feeds, reels, stories, algorithms,…

  • Confessions of a Taxi Lover

    Why you’ll never catch me on the metro Everyone has habits they can’t shake. Mine? Taxis. Or Ubers. Or, back when I was living in Mumbai, rickshaws. It became such a running joke that even an ex-colleague once wrote a song about it. Complete with the line “taxi w***e.” Not my proudest nickname, but it…

  • Lately, I’ve Been Feeling the Need for a Shift

    Not a plan. Just a feeling I don’t want to ignore. Lately, I’ve been feeling something stir. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough to notice it when things go quiet. I’ve spent over a decade and a half very focused on my career. Corporate life. Structure. Goals. Titles. Deliverables. And for a long time, that…

  • The Global Citizen Dilemma

    Everywhere and nowhere feels like home. Spanish by birth. Indian by origin. Raised across continents. That sentence has followed me for as long as I can remember. It sounds neat when written down, almost poetic. Living it, however, has been anything but simple. I was born in Madrid, a city that still feels stitched into…

  • Learning to Trust My Voice Again

    There was a time when trusting my voice felt natural. I spoke, wrote, expressed, without second-guessing every word. Somewhere along the way, that changed. Not dramatically. Not because of one big moment. It happened slowly, quietly, through years of working, adapting, fitting in, and learning when to soften things, when to stay quiet, when to…

  • Welcome to thisisraulito

    A personal corner of the internet, finally mine. Welcome. I’m really glad you’re here. This space has existed quietly inside me for a long time. I just hadn’t given it a place to live until now. For months now, I’ve been writing consistently elsewhere, showing up week after week, sometimes day after day, letting my…