This time 6 years ago I gave birth to our first child.
It was a scary time but something I like to look back on this time every year. 675 more words
I want to be a mom, but I am not good at boundaries. Ask anyone who knows me. I push the limits one thing at a time, if it’s not getting way too close to a Sea Lion in San Francisco with my younger sister telling me I have to stop, then it’s me secretly binge drinking at my Aunt’s wedding when I was under 21 and vomiting all over the stairs of my mom’s front porch. 1,426 more words
I know it happens to everyone–I mean, that ish is contagious–but I spent a little time this morning meditating and doing yoga and I realized that there it was, front and center, its splintery rough edges propping me up like a leg stand in my crow pose. 695 more words