2016 was an intense year for me. I straddled what I thought was the chasm between being a mother and being a writer and being everything in the world I thought I should be. My baby went to Kita (daycare) and I thought all the struggle I had would magically disappear and I would be able to divide my life into woman and writer during daycare hours and super mommy from 4 30 pm on. I want to go back and give that poor frazzled woman a hug. Not that her heart was not in the right place. But she should have known that there is no magic wand. There is a helping hand and with it you can create space to do the work, but it is not an outstretched hand that allows you to get the momentum going to completely leap over the work altogether.
And yet, now, after having that lesson retaught to me (that tricky ego that gets too confident and falls into old traps damn it) I feel so good. Like surprisingly good. Maybe what a butterfly feels like after they have been liquefied inside of its cocoon. (I won’t get too far ahead of myself though, I know this is a start not the end!)
And although I have never seen this quote before, twice this week from two sources I found it. In Brene Brown’s Rising Strong and in the Be Your Own Beloved Course. (Neither link affilate). And sometimes you realize the universe does just sync up for you!