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.
Continue reading “Exit music for a film”
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”
Welcome to spring/almost summer: a feeling of sun on skin, flower bloom, biking, and blinking at this new world. A new world, which is the same as the old world, except everything is upside down and horrible things are happening on an almost daily basis.
[Pause. Deep breath.]
Continue reading “Un-earthing”
I am an anxious person. I have struggled with anxiety my whole life, though only really it nailed it down a year ago. Panic attacks, worrying thoughts, stress about interactions… all of it.
In light of this, I thought it would be fun (because of course it is fun to talk about horrible things) to list out some of my random anxious thoughts. These worries are annoying and partially legitimate, and therefore it feels like I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t worry about them.
Continue reading ““Would your husband describe you as a worrywart?””