I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
The nine month sleep regression is upon Sahara’s household, and God help us, please don’t last long. It’s iike I have a newborn again. In effort to look on the positive, as I am intentional about doing when it pertains to my Wee One, I’m going to find 10 good things about being up so much during the night. Just call me Pollyanna.
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“It keeps getting better and better.”
One six word sentence to tell the story of my future.
If we were having coffee, We would gaze quietly upon the rain outside, and I would tell you that I’m getting used to it. The rain? you ask, and I nod. You know what would be great, though? You shake your head.
I wrote yesterday about doing work one loves.
I recently applied to become a SheKnows Expert (and I was accepted! Yay!) and one of the questions the application asked is, What inspires you to create content?
NaBloPoMo is going to be challenging this year, as my eight month old keeps me pretty busy and writing a coherent blog post is rarely in the cards. I’m usually left to thumbing in a post on my iPhone or speaking it in, trusting the voice to text software. Commenting will be easier.
It’s odd to think of my childhood house and the memories I have associated with it and thing that my Wee One will have memories, too, about the place we live in just the next few years. Every day with her is so beautiful, fun and playful. I will like seeing what she discovers about our home.
My childhood home had a lot of music; my parents were both musicians. My birth father was a trumpet player, and when I was really young, I remember hearing him practice in the basement, and then bashing around church when he played for the Christmas services. I know Casino Royale on a cellular level, hearing him play it so much.
I don’t read as much as I want to anymore. (Pshaw – thanks, Wee One! 😉 But I want to be, and I want to be a good writer, something that is helped by reading good books. I should want to finish the books on this list. They just don’t engage me. I try to finish them, and I could force my eyes to the page and force my mind to stay focused on it. But that is valuable reading time, (something I get so little of these days), and do I really want to spend it on something I have to *force* myself to do?
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When we brought the Wee One home from the hospital, the first few days were, as promised, difficult. Recovering from surgery, tired, in pain, feeding the Wee One every few hours, crying, struggling with the latch, what felt like endless pumping…
I love rituals and think they have an important role in daily life. They give us a small sense of stability and I think holiness to even mundane and ordinary things.
I don’t, at present, have any rituals that I perform for myself on a consistent basis. These days, my rituals are centered around the Wee One: songs I sing when I change her diaper or the way I give her a bath. I’m sure we’ll create more rituals between the two of us, but none of them have a purpose other than bonding and familiarity. But I have, in the past, had rituals that meant a lot to me.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 