After about 16 months in bed, I’d simply watched all the TV there was to watch. Everything I was interested in, anyway. And so I went in search of something. Something soothing. Something hopeful. Something that would help me forget the pain, fatigue, and isolation of chronic illness. Something that would give me hope.
It’s worth the chance. I think that’s the point. That it’s still worth the chance. That vision you have in your head of the kids running through the flowers and digging in the dirt - that’s worth the frustration and the pain.
I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to say. There was a plan, of course there was. I always have a plan.
Today, I turn 44.
My gift to myself this year is to fully embrace all of me, all of my humanity. This site is where I’m going to record that journey.
It’s not simply about who is keeping the calendar and who is doing the laundry and who is making the lunches. It’s about who is responsible for ensuring the family is cared for.
A few years ago I began a journey to embrace my own humanity, to heal, and come to terms with myself. I wanted to discover who the hell I actually am and what it is that I truly want and need in order to thrive. I did this work for myself, first, and also with the conviction that it would benefit my children, family, and community.
