This blog has been a long time coming.
It's been, what, a year and a half? At least since I got pregnant (read: nauseous) and then the baby came and then postpartum happened (happening) and you know, postpartum life.
I love Evolve Well and I am still as committed to it as I've ever been. But self-care has been coming first. I just need breathing space, and less pressure.
I love to write. I love to blog. I am sitting here at my kitchen table after a frenzied morning of bad moods, postpartum depressive feelings, a runny nose, and a screaming baby at Trader Joes. I'm blogging on a whim. Because I read an article on Facebook that reminded me I'm not alone. You know, those Mom-directed articles that we all read and feel like, "Jesus H., thank God. I'm not the only one."
When I read those, I feel warmer and fuzzier and want to link arms with whoever I see next, like, "we're a tribe, and everything is going to be OK!"
And then life goes on and the cortisol spikes and the kids bicker and throw tantrums and I get overwhelmed because I have no patience at this moment in time and I forget that there is a tribe and I feel awfully alone.
I know we've all felt this way at some point or another. I write this blog to reinforce it to anyone searching around the internet or clicking my link on FB. Reinforce, reinforce, reinforce. You are not alone.
I get all up in arms sometimes because I feel like my Mom had more of a community when she was raising us. In truth, she was more outgoing and less likely to be burdened by hormonal grievances, but still, it seems like there was less pressure back then.
OK, rant over. I'm here to tell you a few things:
1. You're not alone.
2. I'm still here Evolving.
3. I'm gearing up for another 21DSD for May that will focus on my usual suspects: food, self, and spirit. Join me <---(click that). We learn and evolve together on a whole-person level. And spread the word to your tribe. It's all about the tribe.