The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
I contemplated the busyness and the hours I’ve lost worrying about whether or not I’m “doing it right” or “doing it well enough”.
If all else fails, bribe everyone with cookies and candy.
Yesterday was hard. I felt wiped before 10 am as I tried to breathe through some tough family news and juggle work demands. When my day finally wrapped up – almost nine hours after I’d arrived in the office, I sat alone in my car decompressing. RomCom was actively preparing dinner as I stood, feeling… Continue reading the helping hand
My reality is working through swimming lessons since I can’t join him, anyway. It’s eating in a hurry so we can get to bed on time; doing laundry at 4 am because we ran out of socks.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
Tucked neatly into the deepest corner of my home, next to a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the intersection below, there is a little brown desk that’s all mine. To you, perhaps it doesn’t look like much: an antique armchair, a floor lamp, a decorative box, photo frame and a cup full of pens and one… Continue reading my quiet corner