I've never actually had a career. I've done a lot of jobs, had a bunch of different titles, and gotten what feels like one trillion different certifications. But I've never had a career. I wonder if that's a millenial thing? Or is that a me thing? It's probably a me thing. Most of my friends … Continue reading On not having a clue….
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On waiting and waiting….
I think one of the most frustrating things I'm working through right now is that I'm pretty sure I'm a lot more depressed than I thought I was. And I don't really have any reason to be. We have a beautiful house. My daughters are basically perfect (they're excellent students, they're funny and smart and … Continue reading On waiting and waiting….
On shifting gears…again?
I've spent the last few years trying to lean into the hippie witchy side of myself. Learning about my astrology has been endlessly interesting. I'm a Taurus Sun, Aries Rising, and Pisces Moon. Which is to say: I am a LOT. I mean, I always kind of knew that, but it's sometimes nice to see … Continue reading On shifting gears…again?
On closing doors…
This is what I know. I know I don’t really want to do this anymore.Not like this. Not here. Not in this shape that asks me to convince people that birth can be better or that I'm damn good at what I do, even if I don't fit the mold so much of Texas asks … Continue reading On closing doors…
On knowing when to call it…
I’ve spent a long time hustling—pouring my heart into birth work, chasing some dream of making it matter enough. Make enough. Mean enough. Be enough. But lately, I’m sitting with the truth that this version of it—this constant on-call, always-available, scraping-by energy—hasn’t been giving back to me. Not financially. Not emotionally. Not spiritually. I'm constantly frustrated with … Continue reading On knowing when to call it…
Use. The. Clutch. 