The other night, my husband brought me an envelope and before he even handed it to me, I said ahhhh, poem club. And he said so that’s what that is! Then he told me that it has a Goodnight Moon stamp (I already knew, since I follow you on Ig/TT) and he’d shown it to our 19yo daughter. I thought that was something you’d like to know.
Since around the beginning of the year I’ve tried to shift my wording of being “inconsistent” to being “contemplative, thoughtful.” I like to sit with things, mull them over. Sometimes it’s because I’m too overwhelmed to do all the things so I do nothing, but then it feels like things happen when they’re supposed to—so what the hell is that? That’s all to say that I’m not really sure where I gathered this guilt around procrastination (I do know; it was academics), or stepping back, but it has helped immensely to reframe it as instead being a thoughtful individual. Obviously it has its limits. I want to show up for myself, but they’ve gone hand-in-hand
The other night, my husband brought me an envelope and before he even handed it to me, I said ahhhh, poem club. And he said so that’s what that is! Then he told me that it has a Goodnight Moon stamp (I already knew, since I follow you on Ig/TT) and he’d shown it to our 19yo daughter. I thought that was something you’d like to know.
Please post your essay Brittany, I for one would love to read it and I’m sure that I’m not alone x
Since around the beginning of the year I’ve tried to shift my wording of being “inconsistent” to being “contemplative, thoughtful.” I like to sit with things, mull them over. Sometimes it’s because I’m too overwhelmed to do all the things so I do nothing, but then it feels like things happen when they’re supposed to—so what the hell is that? That’s all to say that I’m not really sure where I gathered this guilt around procrastination (I do know; it was academics), or stepping back, but it has helped immensely to reframe it as instead being a thoughtful individual. Obviously it has its limits. I want to show up for myself, but they’ve gone hand-in-hand