Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that. 

The spring feels like it arrived a month early this year. The waves and the clear sky are so beautiful and sudden.

While babysitting, I felt overwhelmed and tried to slow down on purpose. The days at my mom’s place made me wonder if I’ll end up filling my life with cleaning, taking care of kids, and managing a big house. That’s what my mom did at my age. It made me feel diligent and important.

But the truth is, I’m terrified of how I’m going to survive being a mom. The responsibility and constant worry feel exhausting. In my mind, my solution is to get rich and hire a nanny.

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