Sooner or later the lights up aboveWill come down in circles and guide me to loveI don’t know what’s right for meI cannot see straightI’ve been here too long and I don’t wanna wait for it Fly like a cannonball straight to my soulTear me to pieces and make me feel wholeI’m willing to fight…
Saturday was my last class session and I am now an INELDA-trained death doula. Earlier this evening I officially put my listing up on their site, which is moderately terrifying. I turned my f*book back on so that I can be in the student/support group that they host, and the dopamine hit has been pretty…
I’ve been spending all my weekdays with the kids during their online schoolwork, and all my evenings on either laundry or reading Twitter until it feels like my eyes are going to bleed. I am trying to get better about what time I go to bed, since I haven’t been getting enough sleep at night….
It’s evening, around dinnertime. My eating times are all over the place and I’m getting help for that because when I forget to eat I run out of spoons, plus everything else in the metaphorical silverware drawer that holds my ability to Do The Things. I keep getting tired approximately an hour after the kids…
I’ve had so many start-overs in my life. Not do-overs, either. Start-overs, picking up pieces, trying to remember who I am and why I am. I’m cocooned in a blank sheaf of paper, unable to write what I want to write because I don’t exactly know what it is. I shut down my Facebook weeks…