my musings on growing up, mental health, cats, craftbeer, adulting, personal health, and wanting to be become a mother all while laughing at myself
When I was a little girl, I walked up to a middle aged lady while in a Rite Aid and asked her why she had a beard. Because the Universe has somehow decided that I am important enough to care about spiting me for this behavior, I was blessed with a mustache that is actually …
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There is a lot of controversy over the new term adulting. You can go down a internet wormhole on it if you want, and read about how millennials are entitled and silly, and make a big deal out of ourselves because we cook dinner or go on a run, but here's what I have to to …
I want to be a mom, but I am not good at boundaries. Ask anyone who knows me. I push the limits one thing at a time, if it’s not getting way too close to a Sea Lion in San Francisco with my younger sister telling me I have to stop, then it's me secretly binge drinking at my Aunt’s wedding when I was under 21 and vomiting all over the stairs of my mom's front porch. I can be a handful. I guess what I am saying is that sometimes moms have to tell us when to stop. I have been thinking lately, that I don’t even know how to tell myself to stop. How will I know how to tell a child to stop? How will I assert a boundary or set a limit with another human who I care about, without crushing there spirit completely. Geez, being a parent sounds hard. Right now I just have to focus on caring for myself, because once I have gotten a little better at that I might feel remotely qualified to have a little human of my own to care for. (Please click on the title to read my entire post)
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