364 days
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
What strikes me most is how my belief that I had a favourite stage has changed. Because living through these distinct stages at the same time has shown me how special they all are.
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
It would be a massive understatement to say things are feeling a bit different lately. The world feels like it’s on fire, mostly everyone I know is under some sort of lockdown-style restriction, schools are closed indefinitely, we’re all working from home, and stores have been sold out of toilet paper for weeks. People have… Continue reading let’s take off those judge’s caps
In the past, I’ve thrown in the towel on what I had called a “weight loss journey” because my goal didn’t make sense: I didn’t really want to lose weight, I wanted to change my body composition and look better. But when we’re comparing our progress against the wrong criteria, we can’t be successful.