I itch to be in this space ALL THE TIME. Words swirl through my head constantly and my sleep is little, but the world is so heavy and hard right now. I would love to write in this space every single day because I love to write. I love to hash out feelings and emotions and thoughts on this keyboard and watch the words fill the page, but even though we are still very much quarantined life feels oddly busy & full and as if there is really no extra time right now. No time to write. No time to work. No tim
I am beyond behind on documenting in this space for our family. I was looking back at photos of Christmas I never shared in this space…and Ethiopian Christmas and Chinese New Year and Solomon, Winter, Amon, Harper and Leo’s birthdays. Moving. Quarantine life. More grief. Changes. All of it sits in my head and the photos on my phone. I wonder if it’s too late to document it all and then I think, what the hell, why not chat about Christmas in July. Seems fitting. Maybe I’ll back track soon. I’d love
Still being at home while our state has opened up too soon and a large portion of people are not wearing masks & distancing from each other while our COVID cases are on the rise again is pretty disheartening. I feel like the world is just extra trainwreck-ish right now. I hate that wearing a mask is now seen as a political statement. I hate that not wearing a mask is someone’s “right” as an American. I wish wearing one was seen as simple as it really is…being kind and protective of ourselves, our family