And when you learn how something works instead of just thinking you know how something works - it can either dim your flame or make you crave it more. The latter happened in my case. I have missed writing. I have missed writing for the art of writing. I have missed writing for the sake of talking it out with my inner voice, of letting go.
Day 619: Find your support system.
"E started screaming louder, begging to not get the host. B covered her ears....I pulled B in close...we sat there, taking in the gravity of the moment. Well, I was." Read more for the full story.
Damn Plastic Wrap
But that damn plastic wrap won't budge. An unbreakable barrier. Not an impossible one. But a boss level barrier. I thought I had it all figured out. Then somewhere between taking the leap and flying - I fell atop a cloud on a no-breeze day. And it is here where I sit and watch each piece of my life balance on the precipice of surrender...or fight. I am tired. Am I not enough already?
Neurodiverse Unschooling Adventures: Step 1 – The Decision
I didn't have kids to be a school teacher. Straight. Up. Facts. Teacher of life lessons? Yes. Obvs. But a teacher of school subjects? I am a writer. But that doesn't mean I know HOW to write….in the way the current education system demands of students at least. I write conversationally…..not academically. I am terrible... Continue Reading →
Her cat ate what?!?!
Did you know that it is possible to not dread waking up on a Monday morning? I didn't. In fact….I am still waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. My alarm went off at 7am. I went back to sleep because I wasn't ready to wake up yet. Could barely keep my eyes open... Continue Reading →