Don’t Even Try This at Home

Warning: this letter contains fear of success, success, enormous amounts of anxiety and a bizarre fascination with infectious diseases. 

Dear dears,

Within the month of January, I had an elastic amount of whiplash. I am both terrified and exhilarated. I always wondered why, when there are things I know I want to achieve, I did not strive for them. Or why, when I saw other people achieving their dreams, did I feel so hollow inside, instead of feeling joy for their success?

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The good news

Dear dears,

I thought about what I wanted to write about and it came to me that sharing good news and good things would be an inspiring way to start November. October had its fair share of bad news, which is saying a lot as there has been a slurry of bad news since January…

So I’m going to RECOMMEND some people/place/things and share good news. I hope you enjoy these tidbits.

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Exit music for a film

Oh dear dear dears,

I rage a lot. I do rage pilates. I drink rage wine. And this isn’t the good rage like a party rager where you stay up all night and throw lamps and eat large bowls of cereal at 3 am.

This is the quiet underneath my skin rage all the time at the injustices of the world. Until I am raged to a breaking point. I am comforted by the fact that we are all in this together and that we care and we will fight.

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Dear Dears,

From O’s school, we have learned about about transitions. How to take our bodies from one place to another and understand that we are going from one environment to another, and how that means to change our behavior. From learning behavior to recess behavior. From work mom to home mom and back again.

Transitions are a bitch. Continue reading “Transitions”