I need to write more – I think it might be therapeutic for me. Can I just tell you that I haven’t ever been pregnant before and every day is a roller-coaster? I promise my blog will not only be about pregnancy from here on out – there is a lot going on my life… Continue reading So, it’s been a while
I’ve lived my life off tidbits of advice. Little quips from my parents which I now know resonate through the walls of meetings, wise words from professors, bosses, friends and colleagues. Be where your hands are – don’t get so spun out into the future afraid of what might happen that you neglect what you’re… Continue reading Be present
Positive. Plus sign. Smiley face. Two lines. Pregnant. I’m what? Yes. I am. I’m pregnant with a tiny human person. What do I do now? I don’t know anything about being a mom. Everyone says, you’ll be fine, it’s natural! It certainly doesn’t feel natural. It feels terrifying is what it feels. I’ve always wanted… Continue reading Mom? That’s a new name…
My older brother is reading Harry Potter for the first time. I was insanely jealous and proud when he told me he’d picked them up for a bit of light reading. Jealous because I remember what it was like to read them for the first time, and I’ll never get to do that again. Proud because well,… Continue reading A tourist in my own life
No one likes to struggle. Well, no one I’m familiar with anyway. Struggling is hard. It is uncomfortable. It means things are difficult, and possibly painful. It means sadness, melancholy, it means the darker side of life. It paints a cloudy picture of various shades of gray, where life loses passion, vibrancy and color, and… Continue reading Struggle to be
It’s a funny thing, I set so many goals. Meditate every day Write every day Work out 5 times a week Do yoga Cook more Read a book for fun And then this is what happens: I meditate for 7 minutes and think about all the shit I have to do I leave for work… Continue reading What even are goals?
Friday was a rough day for me. I was running on approximately 3 hours of restless sleep. I felt such terrible guilt for the state of my home and the well-being of the pets I am responsible for. I was hot. I was just an emotional wreck, a ball of tears and snot and worry… Continue reading Exhaustion, laughter, and love