Dear Photograph,
Her love was my chemo. I beat cancer.
Eric Richter
(Source: messagewithabottle)
When does reflection time come?
I’ve always loved babies - playing with them, smelling them, appreciating them, working with them. Now that I have my own, I feel a bit blindsided by the little to none time I have to reflect on him and appreciate his daily changes and our interactions.
I knew that moming would be busy, but I feel like my mind is on autopilot. When he does nap or I finally get a moment to myself, I spend it decompressing - blogging, watching TV, napping. Basically anything unrelated to him. The thought of thinking about him during those infrequent moments makes me tired. And that makes me feel a bit sad. Maybe it will change when I get more sleep?
I guess that I thought I would be able to sit around, sip a glass of wind while the wind blows through my hair and think about all the excitement that seems to be blurring past me.
Ciao.
Hello blog world.
You are my space to share my thoughts and my feelings, uninterrupted and unabashedly. I plan on diving in, awkwardly and without shame. While a real ear is always nice and a shoulder typically comfortable, I choose to lean on you. I want to release any inner agitation and explore my own thoughts, rather than ask someone to analyze them for me.
I want to be real. So tempting to want to just be positive, but I want to embrace my entirety -the good, the less good and the areas that definitely need to get better.
Ciao.
