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It feels like an admission of guilt. "I used to write a lot of poetry."
I think it's a weakness. "I used to write a lot of poetry."
I am embarrassed to say: "I used to write a lot of poetry."
Build that foundation. Dance in the rain.
Knowing to say... This is not a blog day. It is 91 degrees and I am a lot, very much, pregnant. Knowing to say, it's okay, I need to do what I need to do.
What do you need today? Can you breathe and and give yourself at least a little of what you need?
I am out here on the island, eight months pregnant and on my own with a toddler and two dogs. The dogs have been walked daily, the kid is happy and fed and lathered with sunscreen. I've cooked all the meals and done all the dishes sans dishwasher. I feel pretty damn swell about it all. I've even been rocking a bikini.
Not a lot of things push me to anxiety recently. I've been pretty slow & steady, breathing in, rushing along, skipping on the surface, diving to the depths and in general fine.
Today was such an amazing start to my time on Block Island. My daughter woke up at 5:30 and I didn't mind. We ate cereal with blueberries in the fog and walked the dogs on the beach.
So tomorrow I leave for three weeks with my toddler and two dogs to head to the beach and work remotely. It is a wonderful luxury of my job, my self-employment status. At the same time, it makes me crazy. Eight months pregnant, no AC, no dishwasher, lots of sand - oh, and did I mention it is an island? My darling husband will be away making money (which we totally need). I have yuppie problems, and I know it. (release guilt here)