April 19 - May 10th
Today is the last time we pick each other up from the airport after months of being apart. Every time my body goes into...
I don’t think I will ever be able to fully articulate the delight I got out of having text conversations about Not-Mom with four separate people...
red wave
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst...
Some days you work really hard, and things don’t seem to go right (or even if they do), and you just seem to be working and not getting anywhere. So you end the day feeling crummy and disappointed.
But then some days you work really hard, and some things don’t work- but then they do, and you finish something. And you end the day relieved and proud.
Feeling proud of myself for my accomplishments is still something I’m getting used to. And I gotta say: I don’t mind it at all.