On Starting Again
This blog has been more stop than go. It's so hard to start again. I've never stopped thinking about this blog and I've never stopped wanting to write. But the days turn to weeks, to months, to years. Every day passes by without me writing and life continues on. The sun rises and sets, apartment leases are signed, bills are paid, babies are born... It's been three years since you heard from me on this blog, and I'm now a mother. Becoming a mother has been the most transformative, harrowing, beautiful, important thing I've ever done. It's a dream come true. It's hard as hell. It's like taking a drug. It's all-consuming, brain-changing, has severe highs and lows; and you want all of your friends to try it. It's love beyond words. It's a level of anxiety you never knew existed. It's needing to say sorry to your Mom for all the times you broke her heart or made her worry. It's wondering where You went. You- the You before this stu
