the pull of discontent

when you're up on the wheel of life and kind of want to jump off and break your legs and smash your face so you can get to work on fixing it—Raw Material #16

I stare at Bruce all day in awe. I can’t believe I got to have him in our home, walking barefoot on moss until six minutes before he emerged. His birth re-wrote a lifetime of internalized shame and false urgency and “good girl-ing.” It was a birth for me, too—there’s Isabel before August 29th 2023, and Isabel after. I’ll write about it soon, but for now…