There is no rewind button, and the only pause we should be pressing is when we need to reset our stance. With our chest full of air, shoulders back, and fists on hips… A motherf**king powerhouse.
My chest is tight. There are knots and fizzy bubbles in my heart.
This is my accountability post. I’m going big. I’m doing this for me. What’s yours?
No, this isn’t a letter from your child-self. An apology. An acknowledgement of some past trauma or insecurity. No, this is not another of those letters. This is a letter from your future self…
With four blissful hours to myself in a clean and quiet house what did I do? I pottered around… WTF! Am I 80! Who the fuck potters around with no kids, no husband and a clean house…
No good blog was ever written drunk… One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
Morning muse as a Mother who is trying some new namaste-ing in her life… x
I made my son cry today. It’s not my finest moment, nor is it one I intentionally did. You see… Read more I Made My Son Cry Today
How is it that life can be so “normal” one moment and then upside down and inside out the next?… Read more Life & Death. We’re in Deep.
Hey 2020! Yeah you! What the fuck man?! …