Welcome to my happy hippie misadventures of self discovery in artistry, marriage and motherhood merrily carrying the baggage of mental health and an autoimmune disease. I promise to keep things interesting and almost always look damn good while doing it. BTW my baby ruins lives and you'll hate me for my husband. 

I have the time it takes to fill my bath to write. 

I need to go to sleep early tonight. 

Every night really but then when will I possibly get any time to myself at all? 

I am officially calling in some form of consistent childcare that aligns in our life and budget easily. Time that I get for me. To do whatever the fuck it is I need. Self care mostly. If I could get someone over here to hang with Ro while I took a bath in the middle of the day then they put him down for a nap and we both could sleep....heavenly. 

I am going to refocus my headlights on where I want to be existing versus what feels like a rush and high in the process. I was in major hustle work mode today. Which was fun but also feels like burnout. 

Like vodka red bull fire burning through me but there is no sustenance to the frequency. 

I want to feel grounded. Fun. Easy. 

2018 the Year of Ease

Year30- this is her ReWilding. 

I have gotten so caught up in the traffic of american static I have let two months of 30 sort of slip by me. I decided that this year, this shifting would be a new thing. Rewriting of my reality through rewriting my stories. 

Since I was about 12 I felt like my skin was too tight. 
Like my body was too small for my energy. 
This morning I feel like my shell fits me perfectly. 

My head hurts. My back is pulsing. I need sleep. 

It took listening and checking in to hear the plea for relaxing over the rush of old patterning.
I don't want hangovers anymore. 

Thank you for listening. 

Summitting of Everest - the Burden of Pregnancy & Home Birthing

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