solo mama entendre

It has been more than 6 months since I last posted. At least that’s what my blog account says. It isn’t keeping tabs on dozens of post starts and scraps. Striving to find balance between the meaningful and the overshare, the dismally humorous and the downright depressing.

I’ve been pretty absent in any authentic way, notably in my work and social interactions. Inauthenticity just doesn’t make for good writing, especially when you can’t connect your mind and soul. I’ve thought about trying to regurgitate months of YouTube meditations and motivational speeches on gratitude, letting go of anxiety and unhealthy connections, building self confidence, stopping overthinking, finding peace and calm, inducing deep sleep, relaxing, reducing stress, letting go of fear, attracting abundance and on and on, with some application of lessons learned. Writing posts are also a great way to connect with the outside world, to find common ground, to give voice to struggles that others are just too darn smart to make public.

So I’m going to start here, and make posting a gift to myself. Self care. Because if I don’t start somewhere, I will never start. Maybe writing can expedite healing. xoxo