Unsteady Stream of Consciousness

I never really forgot this about myself, I've just spent a long time searching for a way back.

This poem came from an intense, introspective journaling session on who I believe myself to be at my core Lately it feels like everything in life is changing more quickly than I can make sense of it.

How my relationship with motherhood has shifted over time I've mentioned a few times now that I'm trying to move away from constantly feeling like everything I write needs to be polished and come to a happy little conclusion.

It's been just over a month since I last blogged, and what a month it has been.

or, as most people would probably call it, a date The sun is just beginning to shine in earnest where I live, but it's still too cold to really enjoy much time outside.

Last week I saw a primary care physician for the first time since I was a teenager (gotta love the US healthcare system).

Not even two weeks ago I was writing here on my very own /now page about how excited I was to be going back to school.

In an attempt to continue posting every week or two but give myself more time to mull the stuff I'm currently mulling, I decided to throw my hat in the ring (heh) for this month's Bear Blog Carnival topic: Boredom.

As a person wrestling with my high empathy I get scared teaching is too emotionally charged of a calling.

Tomorrow I re-enter society, ie, head back to school after a semester off to get my health back on track.