This annual reflection forces me to slow down and gain perspective on the track I've laid in the previous year and pour gratitude into the work that has gotten me here.
Buckle up, buttercups. I've had it with the judgment, the misguided views of stay-at-home motherhood that we uphold as a society so here we go.
Who needs to talk when you're swimming in the ocean? Watching the flames of a fire? Dancing in the sand, roasting marshmallows, falling in meditative rhythm with the sea?
Sifting through the feedback on my first draft in the way that I do, through gifs, feelings, and long sentences.