I am currently sitting in the dark, crying. That sounds a lot more dramatic than the reality- but it sure is a great hook. I am inhabiting the shadows, nestled in a rocking chair, watching my child drift off to sleep- my presence a comfort to his nervous system. An honor I take for granted … Continue reading Gratitude
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It’s been a battle
I've started running again. Mostly as an attempt to help regulate myself so I don't yell at my family unprovoked. It may have also been due to a prod from my therapist to begin making time for myself- an area in which I am woefully lacking. What I have found, in addition to the activity … Continue reading It’s been a battle
A little bit o’ change
When I was a teenager my mother gifted me the book Who Moved My Cheese. She hoped the work would help me navigate my aversion to plan deviations. I don't like change. I never have. Even when said change is something I orchestrated- an alteration which I desire to occur. I struggle with the process … Continue reading A little bit o’ change
A book isn’t just a book
I had a difficult time learning to read. Frankly, I had a difficult time acclimating to the structure of school in general. I was included in a select group of children appointed to participate in a failed experiment in the education system known as Readiness. At the onset of drafting this narrative, I spent an … Continue reading A book isn’t just a book
Finding my sea legs
I am coming to realize that adulthood is waiting for life- the next hectic interlude- to run it's course and allow breathing room, only to realize that the chaotic stretches occur concurrently and don't particularly conclude. Which is basically an eloquent and wordy way of saying, I keep waiting for things to calm down only … Continue reading Finding my sea legs
Coming out of hibernation
I continue to endeavor a narration of the past few months. They concurrently feel like several lifetimes lived and the comfort of consistency. The steady hand of contentment has been my ballast. The salve to the anxiety created by the unknown. I get a bit wrapped up in the delivery. Choosing the correct word. The … Continue reading Coming out of hibernation
Mommyhood Mayhem and Me 