And then the election ripped the ground from under my feet, and I was having a hard time finding how to exist here without ranting, wailing, crying.
I feel out of practice. There are so many thoughts swirling, and I can't quite remember how I let them come to fill the screen.
Over the past four years, the practice of documenting my family has brought be immeasurable joy. But truthfully, I started to become self-conscious saying the same things over and over again. Repeating myself and repeating what so many other mothers are saying across this wide web. But I want to return to that even if it means I will be repeating the same few ideas ad neuseam. Even if it means the occasional rant, now and again. Because there is value in giving my thoughts space to settle. In allowing myself moments of reflection.