For the love of all things, give me a job in which I learn something and sell nothing. Especially not myself. Don’t ask me to look at a screen or make a post or convince anyone of anything.
“My version of rubbing pennies together and pretending I’m a magician, which is really just me squeezing one gig after another into a bag that I wish were as deep as Mary Poppins’ bag, but is really just an inverted sock.”
I mean, the subtitle is 🔥🔥🔥. Girl. You're an author, let me just say it.
I so so so so so resonate with this essay. WOW. Being a mother for most/all of my adult life has absolutely, undeniably defined me. There is no way to separate her from me, nor would I want to. She is me- a nurturing woman who will do whatever it takes to help my girls meet their dreams. You articulate that so well. The way you describe mothering here is where we are the same, Meg. I also don't need time away from my kids- I love them and am a better person when they're around. More whole. More laughter filled. More grounded. They make me awesome.
Ok enough about me.
Cows!!!!!! 🐄 omg how wonderful. The soma, the softness, the sacred beauty in milk. Congrats on this beautiful role and may it fill you and your family in ways you can't yet see.
Yeah it’s real. So much more to say about all of it but I’m right in that tight spot where all I ever want to do is process my life (which is really their lives. No but also yes.) and they need me to keep quiet. It is a confusing and strange point of tension for me for real.
Thanks for reading and encouraging me. It means a lot. Give me a holler when you head out east. You never know!
“My version of rubbing pennies together and pretending I’m a magician, which is really just me squeezing one gig after another into a bag that I wish were as deep as Mary Poppins’ bag, but is really just an inverted sock.”
Lollllll oh god.
Scrappy! Who’s crying? Not meeee!
I mean, the subtitle is 🔥🔥🔥. Girl. You're an author, let me just say it.
I so so so so so resonate with this essay. WOW. Being a mother for most/all of my adult life has absolutely, undeniably defined me. There is no way to separate her from me, nor would I want to. She is me- a nurturing woman who will do whatever it takes to help my girls meet their dreams. You articulate that so well. The way you describe mothering here is where we are the same, Meg. I also don't need time away from my kids- I love them and am a better person when they're around. More whole. More laughter filled. More grounded. They make me awesome.
Ok enough about me.
Cows!!!!!! 🐄 omg how wonderful. The soma, the softness, the sacred beauty in milk. Congrats on this beautiful role and may it fill you and your family in ways you can't yet see.
Love to you all, always.
Hoping I get to see you in NY, maybe December?!
Xo
Yeah it’s real. So much more to say about all of it but I’m right in that tight spot where all I ever want to do is process my life (which is really their lives. No but also yes.) and they need me to keep quiet. It is a confusing and strange point of tension for me for real.
Thanks for reading and encouraging me. It means a lot. Give me a holler when you head out east. You never know!
I hear that wanting to process and needing privacy thing. Story of my life. I will! Xo
Woweeeee! Milkers!!!!! You’re perpetually cool, Meg. And so is your brood. On and on!
You’re cool. Thanks for cheering me on Nelle. Miss you.