Unconsciously, I’d thought this was a performance. You do the hard prep work, you birth the child and then… Apparently I was waiting for someone to applaud and hand me flowers. They never showed up.
I needed to be alone--it was all too much and just so strange.
Is a rock solid romance a real thing? The quick answer is a sharp, "No". Now listen in.
It's incredibly idealistic and a matter of privilege that I can explore the blessings of isolation and also soak them up. I don't pretend to have answers for anyone for whom this currently reality is crushing. These are reflections.
So often we try to condense our world into bullet points. It’s easier that way until it’s not. Our lives are a mess of complex pieces and the words we use to sort through them are each important to our ability to see ourselves and see each other. I'm crafting a podcast space called wordhabit, …
Help us, Lord