Up on the Healthy Mental Health Mountain



2020 has been a hard year.

That seems like an understatement. And maybe there are some people who are handling it fairly well.


But I'm not, and a lot of people I know aren't.


I am...having trouble. Stuff is just extra hard. And yes, because of additional personal drama along with 2020ness, but life didn't stop because of COVID. It definitely hasn't stopped because of systemic racism and the surge of civil rights fight that's going on right now.

I started 2020 by weaning off my anxiety medicine...bahahaha. Sometime in July I went back on it, because I was literally just sitting in my house crying. I was in a bad place, and I decided to grab a lifeline. But I also decided to look into therapy. I have been a big proponent for therapy, and encouraged it in others.

I didn't grow up with the idea that therapy was good. There is this little internalized idea, even with all the knowledge I have as a liberal millennial,  that therapy is for people with real problems. Like, schizophrenia or something. I know that is bullshit, complete and total bullshit. But again, I have always had issues knowing if my anxiety was "bad enough" to...ya know, actually matter or deserve attention.

Anyway, I started therapy because...everyone in my life has their own problems. I don't mean this dismissively, but I noticed a huge tendency in myself and others to relate things back to themselves. And I don't want that. I want someone to focus solely on me, but without guilt or the weight of how it will affect them. And that's hard with family or friends, because our instinct is to compare or fix.

So selfishly, I don't want to care about how the person listening feels. Because I want to fix me.

But not selfishly, I don't want to add more to the people listening.

Because everyone has their own shit, and heaping my shit on their shit makes their burden heavier.

When I initially had my "I can't take this anymore, I am suffering from anxiety" moment a few years ago, what I heard from everyone was "Yeah I had no idea, you seemed fine." High-functioning anxiety isn't a specific diagnoses, but it seems the most applicable to what I experience.

All that to say, my specific anxiety journey has been largely self-managed up until now. It's been a mishmash of things I remember from school, things I've heard others say, podcasts from professionals, Pinterest...and most of them have helped to some degree. In fact, that is one thing my therapist has said- I'm already doing a lot of the work.

The other night, I couldn't sleep. I didn't feel particularly anxious, that I could identify. I was just...not sleepy. This has been a habit for me the past few weeks- I'm miserably sleepy during the day, but then at night I have trouble sleeping.

Rather than toss and turn and feel guilty about waking up Hubby, I went out to the living room. And I did something that I've heard recommended for people dealing with a lot of emotions.

I wrote a letter, to someone who has (probably unfairly) become a fixture for all my anxiety.

It was about a topic they mentioned, in a semi-big deal way recently...but also something I have been waiting for years. I have a personal guilt about it, even though I can rationalize it. There is a specific decision in my life that I have always known would have repercussions, and I've just been waiting on them.

And the thing is, when it finally came up...I was distraught. But I never wavered.

I never wished I had made a different decision. I was completely willing to live with the consequences, even if it was this worst case scenerio.

Now, let me say...without getting into the details, it's not like I murdered anyone (or broke any laws). I just made a decision that could hurt someone's feelings. But I had a lot of reasons to do it (and continue doing it), and it is well known that it's a good decision. Sometimes, even the "right thing to do" is still hard thing to do. And because people I love have to deal with the repercussions, it hurts. It hurts to know that someone you love hurts, and it hurts to know you are the reason why.

So I had all these feelings, some justified and some not, and I decided to write them in the form of a letter.

When I was doing it, I asked myself if I would ever actually print or handwrite the letter and give it to the person I had addressed it to. But after a few weeks, I know that I wrote it for me. Because writing it out, saying what I wish I could say to this person...it gave me a peace about my choice that I have never felt.

I have always known why I made my choices. I've had it vindicated by way more people than it's ever been questioned. I've seen it vindicated by the people most negatively affected by it. I have just still held on to guilt about it, because I thought...guilt was a sign of love. I thought if I felt enough guilt, it would somehow make it okay that I hurt someone, or I could use it as a shield "Oh, this decision is hard for me too, I'm doing it just because it's easy to be hateful to you!" Which...guilt is possibly the most pointless emotion ever (other than jealousy).

But something I've learned, and this is such an "Oh I'm getting older" thing, is what I said at the beginning of this- so many people have their own shit. And "mental health" is not a thing that you opt in or out of...it's something we all need to work on.


People may claim to not "suffer from mental health," but in reality they just have their own way of coping. Sometimes they are healthy, sometimes they are healthy for a little while.

Either way, I can't manage it. I'm literally dragging myself through my own journey.

And my concern has been for so long that if I don't try to manage people or "meet them where they are" then I'm heartless or uncaring. So in this letter, I just said that.

I admitted my worst fears. And I told this person, in my letter that they would never see, why I made my choice. Why my life was the way it was. And I told them...it wasn't changing any time soon. In my head, and on my computer screen, I said that the damage was done. We could move forward, or not. They could accept it, or not. They could realize that no one gets through life without being hurt.

And over the course of time, I realized that also means...none of us get through life without hurting someone.

The frustrating part is that, when this issue did come up, I was compared to someone. And logically and psychologically, I completely understand why this was the person chosen. It makes sense, from a certain perspective.

It's also completely unfair and ridiculous from another perspective. Because while this person didn't make the decision I made, they have made some others that seem pretty damn questionable in their own right.

And you know what? Their questionable actions had consequences. And then, eventually, they were forgiven, or everyone just moved on. I remember their imperfect phase, but I'm basically the only one who remembers anything (a great memory is not helpful re: anxiety).

I have a long standing idea that I am never just...good enough. And in this letter, I asked why good enough wasn't...good enough. And I admitted that I wasn't perfect, and that if this was my big imperfection...then it was just going to have to be my big fucking imperfection. And who cares? Because people are not perfect, and if this was my fuck-up, then I shoulder that and refused to apologize anymore.

For the first time I became okay with my own imperfections.


If I'm crying over it at midnight by myself and still feeling like I would go to battle for it, as broken and brittle as I was in that moment, then it was the right thing for me.

I've had to accept hard things. I've felt repercussions by the decisions of others. And they defend them, because they had their reasons. If someone chooses not to respect my reasons...that's on them.

I made my decision. They can respect it, or not.

I can only meet someone halfway if they are also willing to meet me halfway.

And if they don't, then they are responsible for the further damage. I own up to my part- but I will no longer take on the repercussions to how someone chooses to respond to me.

It's hard to grow up. It's hard to deal with pain, and hurt, and frustration. It's hard to see people act differently than you would.

But by God, they are going to. Because people are just not the same. And that's beautiful when we can respect it.

It's fucking terrifying and painful we refuse to acknowledge it.

I can only choose which side I am on.

And for the first time, maybe ever, I am fully okay with that. It's painful, but it's a pain I know I can endure.

Weirdly, this hypothetical move to tell this person- Accept me, or not- made me realize I also have a choice. I have to accept them too. I don't like the way they do things, but I acknowledge their hurt and their issues and their reasons (even if they don't do the work to realize it themselves). I love them as much as I possibly can. And if that isn't enough...then yes, it is terribly sad and painful. But it's also the best I can do, and I won't feel bad about that anymore. And if they think it's not enough...then they aren't loving me the way I want and need either. And that will just be a sad fact I have to live with.

I'm from North Carolina. We are, yet again, looking at another hurricane that is potentially passing our way. And we will prepare, and hunker down, and deal with the aftermath when it comes.

I could move somewhere that doesn't deal with this as often.

But, I'd have to learn how to deal with snow and ice, or hurricanes, or forest fires, or earthquakes.

There is no easy life. There is no avoiding the pain.

There is only choosing what you can live with.

Right now, I can honestly say I am at peace with my choices. And that feels surprisingly healthy and nice.

I realize this might seem random and convoluted.

But basically, I am doing some work on myself...and it's working.

I feel good. I felt really bad, and now I feel good.


I'll probably feel really bad again sometime. But I will also feel really good again sometime.

And the good is totally worth the bad.

There Are No Good or Simple Answers in 2020

I wanted to write about COVID, because I haven't in a while. I haven't written anything in a while, actually. No here, not in my bullet journal- which for months was basically just a regular Dear Diary journal, because I had shit to keep up with.

But it's been over 4 months...a quarter of a year...and it's still a thing.

Personally, I am...okay. I am afloat, and okay. Not great, not as terrible as I was two weeks or a month ago. Maybe better than I will be in another two weeks or a month.

I am trying to take the long view, which I had a feeling would be needed in March and still is and will continue to be...for COVID and for systemic racism and for sexism and for all the ways things are shit, because it is better than it's been and every mile gets you there in a marathon, even if some are shamefully slow. I'm hopeful and cautious...tired and sometimes crying. Also going through the list of things that get me out of a funk, making myself take steps because even if it feels like treading water, that keeps me from drowning.

Like a shit ton of other people, I'm blaring Folklore by T. Swift. Used to think she was overrated, and now I'm pretty much committed to buying anything she puts out.

Side note- also checking out

Watching Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man, because Emmanuel Ocho is facilitating some amazing conversations. Subsequently realizing that literally every argument about the Black Lives Matter social justice issue has already been answered by Black people, and white people are just too damn stuck in their bubble to bother listening (including myself for the majority of my life).

I think what is so ridiculously fucking frustrating about 2020 is that...there are no good or simple answers.

And some people just refuse to face that truth.

There's no clear answers to COVID- yes, the news changes every day because we don't know shit about this virus.

That means there's no clear answers to how to interact with each other- nicer to stay in contact and refuse to let something invisible divide us? Or nicer to play it as safe as possible and not risk the health of those you love? Who gets to decide what amount of risk is acceptable...the sick grandparents or the healthy young adult who will survive physically, but know they potentially played Russian Roulette with a loved one...which is the most cruel, or the most loving? There is no good answer.

Of course kids should be in school, we have a system for a reason. But a wrench was thrown in the system, and it's not a simple as just pulling it out. Do we pivot, or do we bulldoze? Both come with consequences...there is no good answer.

Of course our country was built on racism...no one can deny that. How the hell you untangle those cords? Buy from black business owners (how do I find a "welcome garden flag" from a "black owned business" because Google has been confused...and how long do I have to try before I'm not racist for giving up and going to Amazon, even though yeah Bezos has too much money and by all accounts is a D-bag?)...read books by Black authors (every other book? How guilty should I feel reading a white author? Follow Black bookstagramers- what if they only post pics of books?!)...I deactivated my Facebook- am I socially required to join again so I can post about systematic racism and reach people I purposefully don't have on Insta? Or is it pointless because the only people bothering to watch those videos anyway are doing it due to confirmation bias and everyone else is just going to ignore in-person conversations because they assume I'm a left-wing liberal SJW idiot? Vote, even if we only get to do that a few times a year and the whole system is corrupt? All of the above, but also be sure to not burnout and be even less helpful to BIPOC? And yes this is some white fragility shit, but also...some people (white & Black) say there are steps and this is my step one.There are no...well, I don't want to say there are no good answers here, because some are obviously better than others even though none are perfect. There are no simple answers.

Essentially, I am Chidi all 2020.

Mostly, this one.

via GIPHY

But also this one.

via GIPHY


There are no good simple answers.

So let's do the best we can. Let's survive.

Let's work our lists, and take steps forward...or tread water...or run a marathon towards the few fundamental truths. Let's do one and then the other and mix up the order.

There are no good answers.

When I was dealing with some family drama recently, my husband said literally the only thing that could have made any sense. He said, "Do what you can live with."

Take in a all the information, but don't get overloaded with it. Make the best decision based on the information you have at any given moment.

That's what I'm trying to do, anyway.

There are no simple answers.

That means we are going to make some bad decisions, or at the very least...make some decisions that have bad consequences (again, one thing COVID has clearly demonstrated- no man is an island).

I know, that's part of the human condition. But I grew up with the idea that there is always a very clear right and wrong, and everyone who didn't clearly see it was a piece of shit.

That's wrong. It's taken me over thirty years to know that intellectually...and I still haven't internalized it fully.

But if there is anything 2020 has taught me, it's that I just gotta get on board with the idea that I'm going to fuck up. Probably a lot.

Doing nothing pisses people off. Doing the wrong thing pisses people off.

There are no good or simple answers.

Do what you can live with.

July 2020 Check-In

Hello again, world. My blogging is super inconsistent right now, and it just is what it is.

I'm doing okay. My family drama is still going on, but it's slowed down slightly. Of course, when it comes to health problems for the elderly...that can change at any moment. Do I feel like the rug is thisclose to being pulled out from under me at all times? Yes. Has it been still long enough that I'm almost lulled into a sense of security? Yes. It's a weird way to live life.

NC is still in Phase 2 re: COVID. This was originally projected for maybe the 3rd week in June, and will now extend until August. I'm not mad, I'm resigned. TBH, the worst part of this is me trying to figure out how in the world the holidays will work in the middle of a pandemic. Because I'm not counting on change until we get a vaccine, and even then...probably another two months. If it's easily available and affordable...which I'm not sure it will be in the US. That being said, I'm grateful for NC's mandatory mask order. I've been mostly doing it anyway, but this is getting some attention and I'm grateful. I hope that everyone worried about the economy realizes that this is the easiest and best way to get back out there. Did I order at pack of Old Navy masks specifically to get one in my school colors so I could color coordinate when I finally get the directive to go back to work? Damn straight I did. Mask fashion is totally a thing now, and I'm down.

Re: systematic racism...I'm trying to educate myself. I've made it a priority to read books by Black authors, and have been on a reading streak TBH. Making it a priority again. Following more Black people who are willing to educate and share resources via Instagram, and I'm so thankful for them. TBH, that's about it right now because I'm still semi-quarantining. Have had a few conversations with family members, small potatoes though. Call your local politicians and let them know this shit has gone on for two long. Listen to those who are experiencing it. Find a long-term way to be an ally. Or at least...that's what I'm doing. Hope it amounts to something.

Oh, and I'm following via Insta because I deactivated Facebook. Semi miss it for the local COVID updates from my governor, and my workout group. But, overall, it was the right decision. It's easier to love people when I don't have to see everything they see and agree without actually thinking about it. Fully believe there is a reason God didn't make us able to read each other's minds.

My aunt offered us a desk and bed for Babycakes from my cousin, who is getting an upgrade now that she's out of high school. Said yes before I realized the problems getting it to our house from my parent's house, three hours away...since we don't own a truck. Hubs said I should have turned it down, but I didn't even consider the issues until it was already moved. FML.

Speaking of vehicles- apparently we may have to shop for a new one about a year earlier than we hoped. My hubs thought his breaks were off, but it turned out to be something else...and they've stopped making the parts for his vehicle. The mechanic is literally trying to call salvage shops for a part. Apparently most people don't keep cars for 10-15 years...but we do. We had plans to be debt free within 1-1.5 years, and that will be pushed off if we have to purchase a new vehicle. It's completely doable, just not preferable.

I may have had a margarita for lunch. I don't binge by any means, but sometimes a good stiff drink really does help. I have few vices in this world, mkay?

Show Us Your Books Link-Up: July 2020




Hello! How is everyone? Personally...I'm still riding the 2020 roller coaster. It's a mess. I have hope it is a rough season that will end, and the good times will come again...but definitely a roller coaster right now. 

Possibly to deal with that, I'm getting back in a reading groove. At one point my Goodreads yearly challenge was showing a deficit of 6 books, now it's down to 2. Which is definitely manageable. 

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

This book...I love it. The Mothers is one of my all time favorite books, and I was almost scared to read this one because sometimes a sophmore attempt just doesn't quite spark as much as a debut. But this was amazing. It discusses confusing and difficult topics, but in such a beautiful and relatable way...it goes down smooth. Reading it was like eating cheesecake- slow and smooth and delicious. 
★★★★★

A Wedding Thing (The One #3) by Shea Serrano, Larami Serrano

Full disclosure- I got this confused with another book (The Wedding Date). I figured out pretty quickly that it was a different story altogether, and enjoyed it...and then it was over! I didn't realize that it was part of a series, The One. But I'm definitely going to finish, because I enjoyed this so much and really love the idea of small, true love stories. 
★★★★

The Upside of Falling Down by Rebekah Crane 

I feel like I remember seeing this a lot a while back...it's fairly popular on Kindle Unlimited. Either way, it was a cute enough little love story. I wouldn't say it's a must read at all, but (to quote Steph) it passed the time just fine. 
★★★


The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper by Hallie Rubenhold

This was one of the 2019 Goodreads Choice Awards- History & Biography. It was...good. The writing wasn't exactly the most engaging, and it could have been shorter IMO. That being said, I enjoyed the reality of looking deeper into the lives of people who were, essentially, written off as "one thing" in the media (in this case, prostitutes). Hearing of the riots and sensationalist news and poverty and health issues...it made me both incredibly tired and also somewhat hopeful. As I said in a previous post: Disease- protests- poverty- family drama- looting...it is both hopeful and depressing to realize all these years later, for all our progress, we still have the same issues. To different degrees, and in different places, but humanity struggles on. The absurdity of the human condition.
★★★




What have you been reading lately? Link-up and let us know!
Life According to Steph

Things That Are Helping

Hello, world. 

It's been a rough few months, we all know that. Literally everyone I know is struggling. Anxiety, depression, general blah-ness...we're all under a bit of a cloud. And fucking rightly so- I don't say this as a diss on anyone. 

I've heard it said and it's worth repeating- we are living history. 2020 is literally going to be one for the fucking history books, and that takes a toll on people.

I recently read The Five, which TBH wasn't my favorite book but I can't stop thinking about it so it was a very timely read. It talked about the different victims of Jack the Ripper, but what really struck out to me was the culture of the time. There was a lot of discussion about class and poverty and alcoholism and morality policing...basically, it was just a big reminder that humanity always has struggles and frustrations and suffering is a part of the human experience. That doesn't make me feel better in myself, but just looking at all the shit humans as a whole have endured makes me feel like...there is hope. Even when I don't feel it, even when it feels like the shittiest Groundhog Day ever...humanity survives. We survive more shit than feels possible. 

Anyway. This is sounding more negative that I really meant to get. Weirdly, that last paragraph inspires me.

The human spirit is indomitable. And that pushes me to go through the motions. 

My husband has been on a...weight loss journey, I guess, is probably the most well-known term. But that doesn't really feel like it describes it. Life-change would be better, but ugh- doesn't that sound pretensious AF? Anyway. He's lost like 50 lbs in the past year. And his mantra has been "Discipline over motivation." Because he realized early on that while he had days that he was feeling good and really inspired, there were also days when he didn't want to put in the work. And it has been work. But, a year later, he's blown past his original goals and inspired lots of people. Not because he's been constantly motivated, but because he's consistently put in the work. 

The last few months have been a roller coaster, and my carefully balanced routine was pulled out from me. I've floundered a little and my mental health has suffered. 

Something I heard Dax Shepherd say a long time ago on his podcast, and something that I have seen in practice both in my lives and the lives around me, is the idea of a list of things to keep oneself on the right track. For Dax, it's in terms of addiction- he's been open about his participation in AA and sobriety, and he says when he is having a tough time or not feeling right that he has a list of actions he checks. Has he worked out, called a friend, etc. in the last X days. 

I haven't been working my list. 

But I'm coming back.

Things I'm doing that are helping:

Made myself a morning routine list. It's been real tough to adjust to working at home- first with Babycakes, now with her at back to daycare, then a co-worker had a family emergency so I took over some of her responsibilities...it's been a roller coaster. And more days than I care to admit, I've been in my PJs at noon and never "got around" to brushing my teeth until after lunch. I KNOW- it's gross. But the past two days I made myself a list, with time-blocks, and it's helped me feel somewhat more like a normal person. 

Reaching out to friends. I don't love doing this, it's hard over the phone, but again- everyone is struggling right now. Miscarriages, deaths in the family, general parenting woes...a lot of life is on pause, but a lot of shit keeps on coming. It hurts to see people hurt, but it also breaks down some walls of "I'm fine." Be real with your people. Whoever they are, family or friends or whoever. And be sure you are giving them space to be real with you.

Deactivated Facebook. I'm not going to say nothing good comes from social media- it does. But the bad was overwhelming the good for me. I personally find it easier to love people when I don't have access to every thought that enters into their head. Especially because you can "share" something with literally not even 2 seconds worth of thought. I don't think Facebook profiles always represent a whole, thoughtful picture of a person...but I also don't think they encourage thoughts. It's complicated, and it wasn't helping me.

Acknowledging what I can control and what I can't. This is hard...I have control issues, and guilt issues, and together those make it hard to chill the fuck out. We joke that my husband is the all-or-nothing personality, but lately I haven't been good at respecting "good enough." There is a huge social justice push right now to stop complicit silence, and demand...what feels like perfection. I get that. It's fair. But I've internalized it to a place that is not useful. I can't be 100% of everything all the time. So I'm working on realistically working on what I can do. There is a parable (story) in the Bible where Jesus talks about a farmer sowing seeds. Some seed never takes root; some takes root and grows but is choked up by weeds; some grows and is able to be harvested. All I can do is live by my morals and stick to my convictions. I cannot hand plant every single seed of everything in the garden of every person. And what I do probably won't be enough in some people's eyes, and it will be too much in other's. 

Be realistic about what I put myself through. After a lot of emotional turmoil, I recently went back on my anxiety medication. I had weaned off earlier this year and had not planned on returning so quickly. However...2020. It's been a motherfuck. And I was crying and talking to Hubs about how I wasn't sure if I should take it or not...and he made some great points, and said a lot of things I have said to him in the past. When I acknowledged through my tears that he was right- and he definitely was being fair and supportive and logical in a way that I couldn't be- he asked if it was frustrating for me to hear. He said when he was in his dark times, it was frustrating to hear me be logical. I wasn't frustrated. I was sad. I was sad that I had to be told what I already knew, sad that I was putting myself and my family through this...just sad because life is fucking sad. And right now, my life is hard and people I love are hurting and...life is sad. I've also made my first ever appointment for therapy. I've been considering it for a while because...while the medication has been an amazing thing that I'm so grateful for, I also want to do the mental work. I think realizing our mental patterns and coming up with defenses against those are very worthwhile and beneficial goals. 

Watching Say I Do. I used to cry all the time when I was younger. Around my mid-20s, I stopped. And I truly believe that somehow that repression is tied to my anxiety- because even while my husband in Iraq, in a literal war zone- I did not feel like I have felt during my anxiety periods. I think part of it deals with giving myself permission and time to feel my feelings. So, I watch cheesy shows to help me cry it out. Also, I fucking love seeing all these men being loving and respectful and in awe of their female partners (so far, it's been all straight couples). It's literally an anecdote to all the negativity currently abounding in the world. 


What has been getting you through lately?

Thoughts

Man, 2020 is not letting the eff up huh?

COVID is still there, but sometimes feels like it isn't. I've been pretty strict about wearing my mask, but completely forgot a few times. Finally had some time just me & Hubs, and truthfully those have been so rare since COVID that my mind backtracked a few months. Strolled right into those stores without a though. Have mixed feelings about this. Happy that things are getting back to normal...but then I come into a very empty office and talk to my boss about how we may not be back to fully normal operations until January- and realistically, depending on what happens during the colder months, maybe not even then. So it still feels...very surreal in so many ways.

And of course...what we are seeing everywhere...the aftermath of the George Floyd murder. Because it was murder. It was wrong.

It was also the tip of the iceberg. My city had a protests and additionally some property damage from those who decided to use the protests as a cover for destruction. We had threats to municipal buildings and officials. These have affected my family personally. It's also caused a lot of personal reflections.

I grew up with and maintained for far too long the idea that if I was just nice to people, that was all that could or should be asked of me. I ignored little racist comments and believed manipulated statistics. I have not been an ally to people of color, is what I'm saying. I wouldn't have called myself a racist (but surprisingly few people do)...but no one could have called me an anti-racist. Didn't even really know this term existed or what it meant until a week or so ago.

I'd like to become one. I'm not sure when I will be able to truly claim it. But I can claim- I am going to be a white ally. Being me, I'm working on specific and detailed goals that I can put into action to help ensure this actually happens. It's nothing drastic, and it's baby steps that I'm taking at the age of thirty. I can't change my complacency in the past; I'm working to not fall into it in the future.

On top of the general 2020 fuckery, family issues have popped up.

My grandparents have been in great shape for a long time, until they weren't. My grandma's memory has been going and is officially on a rapid decline. No specific diagnoses, but anyone who has experienced it knows what I mean. My grandpa had a stroke maybe 6 months ago and is not recovering. I can't even say not recovering well- it's been a near constant decline. I told my mom (not for the first time) to let me know what I can do. She told me to come spend more time with them...so I've gotta figure out how to do that. I am not sure exactly what I will be doing other than...being there. Which is probably going to be a little weird. I'd like to go on specific weekends so I can take Babycakes, because honestly kids are a great focus in these situations and she can get in as much time with them as possible. But...I also don't want to just take up my parent's house and time. Specifically my mom, who works in retail and can't always adjust her schedule and I don't want to cause more stress. Also slightly worried about my dad because I am pretty sure I heard him saying in the background that I should have already been making this a priority. I love my dad very much, but he sees the world one way and everyone who doesn't meet those expectations is wrong. He would never describe himself that way, I'm sure, but it's definitely how it feels to me...and honestly, it's part of what keeps me away. Again- I like complacency and I will often do nothing if the option of doing something is the least bit controversial...aka the opposite of my dad, who can best be described as brash. Each have their place, but rarely together. I have literally one goal- that is to help my mom, and do whatever causes her the least amount of stress during this time. We shall see what turns out to be.

Hubs has already said to do whatever I need, we'll make it happen. And I actually saw my boss for the first time in a long time yesterday, in person, and gave her a heads up that I may need to do some adjusting for a while. I'm already on a telework agreement due to COVID, and going into the office only 1 day a week, so it shouldn't be as a big of a deal as it would have pre-COVID. But she completely understood. I have said it before and I'm sure I will say it again- I LOVE my supervisors. The head of my department has made it very clear that family is a priority and always respects a need. Not saying she is a pushover- hardly. But she is a woman with a family, she respects hard work and juggling and knows it when she sees it. Also...she is dealing with some similar issues within her own family so she knows personally the exact toll and needs required.

In Stay Sexy and Don't Get Murdered, Kilgariff talks about her mother having Alzheimer's as being in the movie Jaws. You know the shark is coming for you, everyone on the beach is running away and no help is coming, you are flailing around and so tired..and the shark is still miles away. But it's coming, and you just keep flailing, and it's taking forever but never happening but you know it's coming for you. This feels accurate to my life right now. I told my boss this during our conversation, and she thought for a minute and then laughed. "That's so good. That is such a good way to put it!" Then we told each other "It just sucks and I'm sorry." Because, it does and we are. There's no escaping it. The Jaws music is slowly getting louder, in my ears and brain every second now, and who knows how long it will be playing.

Not to mention- do we wear masks? Are we going to make them sicker if we go? How do we make that decision?! And I don't know if Hubs is even "allowed" to leave the county, technically, due to his job as an essential worker...

The absurdity of the human condition. I started reading The Five and it sets up by describing the poverty and living conditions in London in the late 1800s. Disease- protests- poverty- family drama- looting...it is both hopeful and depressing to realize all these years later, for all our progress, we still have the same issues. To different degrees, and in different places, but humanity struggles on.

The absurdity of the human condition.

Show Us Your Books Link-Up: June 2020




Hello, everyone. Hope you are doing okay...there's so much right now. It's overwhelming, and I hope you are all okay...or at least, feel like you will be soon.

There's really nothing to say that hasn't already been said. So, onto the books.

Glad I started with the anniversary author's note, or I would have been so confused. TBH, these books are kind of crazy. They are just so long! And it feels like each one could have been at least two books...but the series is like 7-8 books long! I am scared to even think of how it goes from here, haha. But it was an enjoyable read. Side note- the television adaptation is one of the better book-to-visual media ones I've seen. Not saying it's perfect or exact but it's very good.


Another honesty moment? I rarely like books about readers or book lovers! I know, I know, insanity. But so often they feel a little cheesy to me. And this one was maybe cheesy in some bits, but I loved it. Really. I appreciated how they took a love of books and reading and applied it to real world situations- education, diversity, social inequality...it was great. I liked that Amy failed to include a diverse rang of stories, and once that was pointed out she fully acknowledged it and was open to ways to do that. That part felt extra timely.

Part of my reading goals for the year was to read the 2019 Goodreads Choice winners. The Nonfiction winner was Rachel Hollis with Girl, Stop Apologizing: A Shame-Free Plan for Embracing and Achieving Your Goals. I read Girl Wash Your Face and just couldn't stomach the idea of reading another Hollis book*, so I went with the runner up. Did not know going in that this was by the people who hosted the podcast My Favorite Murder, which I have heard of but never listened to (went through a huge true crime phase in high school but it passed). This was still an interesting and very fast read, a nice "break" from all the current heavy (which is saying something about 2020, given that it's by people who refer to gruesome murders a lot).
*short review of my opinion- some parts were great, some were super repetitive and some were super full of white privilege which...I get, because I have it, but also...acknowledge that sometimes it's not realistic for everyone..


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Life According to Steph

Time Management

I suuuuuuck at time management.

That is one of the lessons COVID 19 is teaching me. If you have been around for a while, you have heard me lament about my struggles with control and anxiety. To me, they are one and the same.

I have worked very hard to structure my life in a way that works for me. I have routines and I have coping mechanisms and I have to place things on a calendar and to-do lists because otherwise I will just feel like they are having over my head.

This time away from my office has been so difficult. A friend said that she feels like she should have more time than ever, but she can't figure out what to do with it. I'm the same. Somehow I have no clue how to do the things I need to do. In theory I am working the same 8 hours, and Babycakes is back in daycare...but I can't figure out how to use my time. I start working earlier, but somehow have no lunch break to run errands or enjoy a sliver of quiet time to myself.

In all fairness...nothing has been "normal" yet really. I've had two different doctor appointments, so that's two days thrown off. They were originally scheduled on the same day so I would only have to miss one day of work, but that was months ago, pre-COVID. Also, our city- like many others- has been busy with both peaceful protests sparked by the death of George Floyd and also with agitators who use these protests as an excuse to commit unlawful violence and damage. Since Hubs works within the law enforcement/criminal justice field, this has meant some extra time away from home...and not always planned. This has been a disruption for me both practically and emotionally. Not to mention that Babycakes started swimming lessons this week. So...yeah, it's been a juggling act.

To a point, I know that's life. I know that's especially mom life. 2020 is taking everyone on a roller coaster.

I'm hanging on, but I can't exactly say that I'm enjoying it at the moment. Feeling a bit weary and just...unsettled.

This too shall pass...eventually.

More Thoughts on Moving Forward

NC recently moved into Phase 2 of post-COVID life. This wasn't as much as originally hoped for- playgrounds are still shut, bars did not open (there was arguments that restaurants could open and bars couldn't...anyway). But the recommendation from officials seems to be "We're legally allowing things to open, but please still stay home as much as possible."

Babycakes has gone to daycare, which is a big deal. It's helped a LOT...like, I can't even describe it. I am working 40 hours a week instead of 20, but it's SO much easier. Working from home isn't terrible when you aren't also parenting a four year old.

Although, I do want to say...I feel like the last few weeks of COVID quarantine really saw some growth in Babycakes. I don't know if this was due to my attitude, her boredom, the new stuff she got over the quarantine (playset, bike, etc). But one thing we really started working on was getting her used to playing alone. This has come a LONG way in the last few weeks and I feel good about that.

That being said, she is SO happy to be back at daycare. She is such a social creature...I don't share that quality with her, but I recognize it. I can tell she isn't used to it, because she comes home so tired every day, haha! Things are still different there, because of state requirements due to the health pandemic, but it's interaction and stimulation besides what she gets at home.

Our church has bumped up some things due to the new exceptions to NC's gathering rules. They will be opening soon...and I don't think we will be going. There are lots of people who feel the need to be back in that building...and I am, quite frankly, a little hesitant. I appreciate how hard the church staff is working, but it seems like a lot of effort and I'm just not sure about it. And part of me feels really bad about that. But...thinking it over, I don't do hoops. I just don't.

A friend from our small group talked about maybe doing a group online watch, because our church has always done online streaming anyway. So I am hoping to start with that smaller group and then move on.

We did a photo scavenger hunt throughout town with that group, and then had an outside meeting to talk about moving forward, so that was really great because I got to see people I hadn't seen in months (that I used to see nearly every week). The "leaders" are being very respectful and cautious and I appreciate their level of thoughtfulness in moving forward.

I really want to go back to my workout group...but I have a sore throat. I called my doctor just to be sure, and he did not bother testing me for COVID 19 or telling me quarantine. Probably because I have no other signs/symptoms. But I do still feel slightly irresponsible going out in public without a mask for the moment. So, I'm not sure. I read that only about 10% are known cases get a sore throat anyway, and it's rarely the only symptom, so the odds are very slim. But I have serious beliefs about responsibilities and don't want to be a hypocrite (even though...I did go through all the proper channels).

I was able to get our beach trip rescheduled. Last year we went to Oregon Inlet which we loved, but it's a national park and isn't opening back up until two days after our reservation. The state parks I could find that were near the beach were mostly under construction, either planned or from last year's hurricane seasons...so we are going to a small private campground. We'll see how it goes, but I think we will all need this getaway.

All in all, I'm basically going to do a slow burn back to normal...if normal is even a thing, I personally think it won't be all the way normal again until next year after we have a vaccine and it's been in place for a few months. But, again...I don't do hoops. I don't do lines. I do calm and orderly and fun and realistic. And those people who need to be out and about? They can have it. I miss my people, but I don't need restaurants and in-person retail and my faith is not harmed from a building being closed. I've come to terms with my decision. The thing that has bugged me is everyone acting like if you aren't going to restaurants every night and walking into stores without masks you are "living in fear." No homie, I was never that person and wearing a damn $5 masks is no more frustrating to me than wearing a seat-belt. I'm fine.


But I will say- please don't be a dick. Not sure why that has to be said, but don't. I don't agree with all the choices people are making, but there is a 0.5% chance that being a dick will help. My mom works in retail and has to wear a mask and take extra precautions now as part of her job. A customer was very rude to her about it. Dude, WTF?! IT IS LITERALLY PART OF HER JOB, and how about "If you don't like it, get the hell out/go back where you came from (aka home, where you should probably be anyway)."

Strangers don't want to hear your opinions. Not if they are pregnant, not if they are wearing a mask, not if they are wearing a mask incorrectly...lament to your friends, your close circle, if needed, but DON'T BE A DICK.

COVID Quarantine Journal Prompts


1. Quarantine has taught me _________. I can handle being at home. I usually do not like to sit at home. On the weekends, back pre-COVID, I liked to go-go-go. My job is your standard boring office job, and I don't get a lot of interaction or movement so I like making up for that. But this has taught me how to enjoy being at home, and how to really appreciate what I have. Also it's helped me realize that I can interact and play with Babycakes and come up with activities much easier than I originally would have guessed. I may sound like a terrible mom, but I can easily over-analyze things and put unnecessary pressure on myself. No where is this more true than motherhood. It's been nice to see what I'm capable of when that time crunch/expectation is gone. 

2. I'm really glad I don't have to ______ anymore. Hmmm...this is harder than I thought it would be. Right now I can only think of things that I want to do. Maybe I'm glad to not have to sit in traffic? 

3. I've realized I've been taking _______ for granted. My family. My home. My town. I said it before, and it's just true- I'm so blessed to be where I am. I know there are good things and bad things about every place people live. But I grew up in a town where I knew I didn't fit in, and always felt like I was meant to leave. I loved the opportunity to live in different places during Hubs' Army service, but we always knew those places were temporary. I'm thankful to have a nice home with a big yard, and to live in a place with mild weather, so we can get outside a lot. Also to live in a place that has lots of outdoor trails and paths and greenways that we have been able to take advantage of during this quarantine. I feel like we are in as good of a place, physically and community wise, as we could possibly ask for, and that is a great feeling. 

4. If I could have anything for the rest of this, it would be _________. Hmmmm. Maybe the laptop desk I ordered on Amazon, that I didn't order until a month and a half of working at home, and that won't be here until I am close to going back to the office? 

5. I'm going to tell my kids/grandkids that this was _________. A roller coaster. Seriously. Some days I love the extra time with Babycakes, I'm able to stay calm and realize that staying home is one of the easiest things to do to help others. Other days I can't shake the concern for my family, my community, my state, my nation, the world at large...I've never experienced anything even close to this. There are so many questions and unknowns. Sometimes I loose my temper with Babycakes. I am scared that she's having trouble processing but can't identify or express it. I'm worried that I'm not challenging her enough or teaching her enough or being patient enough...or being strict enough or that I'm letting her watch entirely too much TV. I'm frustrated with people not taking this seriously, and I'm annoyed at people choosing to believe hype over fact, and ignoring science, and blaming people...and I'm also trying to face reality that some people are ignorant (some by choice, some very much not by choice but don't know what they don't know) and some are just having trouble keeping up (because this is hard to keep up with). 

6. The easiest part of this whole thing has been ________. Binging TV? Sleeping? 

7. I'm increasing my knowledge by ________. Um...not doing this. What knowledge am I supposed to be increasing? I'm surviving and trying to keep myself and my family sane. 

8. I was looking forward to _______ but it was canceled. My kid's birthday. My husband's birthday. My first time attending a local race that is a big deal within my workout group. A local mud run. A beach trip with friends in June that was canceled because the park isn't reopening until two days after we were scheduled to be there.

9. One thing I wish the world would learn from this is ________. You are not a solitary being. None of us are. The ties that bind us may feel loose, but they exist.

10. The worst part of all this has been ________. The times I lost my temper with Babycakes. I didn't beat her or lock her in a closet or do anything traditionally terrible. But I lost my temper, and yelled and it was right. 

11. The most bizzare thing I've heard yet is ________. The crazy conspiracy theories about who let this loose on purpose. The distrust in the CDC and science in general. FYI, if someone "knows it's coming," it doesn't mean they created it or hid it...it could just mean they were paying attention to something you weren't paying attention to. 

12. My binge-worthy show has been __________. Community. When it's good, it's fantastic. But I'm not going to lie- there have been some terrible episodes also. 

13. The first thing I'm going to do when all this is over is __________. I would really like to have a date night with my hubby. This is a stressful time and we obviously haven't been able to have Babycakes visit her grandparents or get a sitter, and our time together has just been...slim, not to mention repetitive. 

14. I'm taking this as an opportunity to _______. Stop. Just stop doing things. Some of this is good, some is probably bad, but yeah. I'm just quitting expectations and worries and literally doing whatever makes me not feel crazy each day.

15. Something I've learned about myself during this time is _________. I definitely made the right choice not to be a stay-at-home-mom. Additionally, I can do more mom-ish things that I would have expected. I do have a mom grove, and I found out where it is and where it isn't. 

16. The best source of entertainment has been _________. Harry Potter & Outlander. 

17. The biggest way my life has changed is ______________. Honestly, how do I pick this? I'm responsible for Babycakes education, which is scary and hard, especially while working (even though I am able to do part-time). I can't see my friends or workout. 

18. One thing that will never change is ________. My family holds it together. 

19. I've been practicing how to _________. Learn grace, both towards myself and others.

20. An average day for me now looks like __________. It depends. If Hubs is working, I wake up at 4:30 and telework for 2-3 hours until Babycakes wakes up. Then we eat breakfast. We may go for a walk or bike ride, or do some supposedly education activities from Pinetrest. Then it's lunch and nap/quiet time. I may work some more or I may nap or read till she wakes up. Then we play until it's time to make dinner. Post-dinner is the only time that is the same: eat, bath, story time, prayers, and bed. If Hubs is not working, I can sleep will 6-7 usually, have breakfast with the fam, and then work anywhere from 4-6 hours. May have lunch with the fam or just emerge later in the afternoon to hang with the fam.

21. My go-to snack has been ___________. Cheese sticks and Gatorade protein bars. 

Show Us Your Books Link-Up: May 2020


Hello, fellow readers! Hope you are doing well. I didn't link up last month, for the first time in what feels like literal years, due to the COVID pandemic. Mostly because, when I began staying home in March...I stopped reading new things. Part of me feels like I have handled all this very well, but for a while I could not read new material. That is a sure sign of something being wrong in my life.

I've learned over the years that when my brain is feeling...overwhelmed, I can't take in new stories. Or if they are new, they must be the lightest and fluffiest of stories that I feel absolutely no investment in/don't take very seriously. Instead of reading anything new, I finished rereading the last 2.5-3.5 books of Harry Potter...again. None of these felt like a good option for a SUYB post, and to be honestly I didn't really want to read any other posts either. Sorry, but I knew I wouldn't be in the head space to actually track or focus on the recommendations, so I took the month off from blogging and reading along with everything else.

Thankfully I finally found my stride and have since read a few new things (if you think I didn't consider just starting back at Sorcerer's Stone for HP though...you're wrong).



Big Lies in a Small Town by Diane Chamberlain

This book was...interesting. I enjoyed the story, even though occasionally the waiting for the two timelines to meet up make me impatient. But, I keep reading these types of stories so obviously I don't mind too much. Would recommend if you like other Chamberlain books.
★★★★

Never Have I Ever by Joshilyn Jackson

This book was not the usual Jackson story...it was still good, and still compelling, but the...twist was really not something I was prepared for. Not sure that it was necessary. It also still felt a little random, both that big twist and how things would have gotten started anyway...but still a decent read. Just be ready for something deserving of a trigger warning. It wasn't the worst or super explicit, but it was icky. According to Goodreads, I rated it 5 stars...I always rate right after reading, so now I might bring it down to four but clearly I liked it.
★★★★★

#IMomSoHard by Kristin Hensley & Jen Smedley

Funnily enough, I rated this 4 stars and would probably now move to 5. These ladies are hilarious and I'm super jealous of their friendship.
★★★★

Outlander (Outlander #1) by Diana Gabaldon

Finally fell down the Outlander hole. I love a good series and to avoid falling back into the HP trap, I picked this one. Enjoyed it, definitely see what the fuss was all about.
★★★★



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Life According to Steph

Preparing to Return to...Normal?

It's time to start thinking about...not being in quarantine. After a month and a half of being at home, working from home, not going to church, barely seeing any friends (and seeing very few friends when I do), of canceled plans and not visiting family, of drive-through and pick-up everything...it's time to slowly move forward into a new normal.

I am still not 100% clear what is going on with my work. I've been using some pandemic leave to help with childcare, but that runs out this week as the state Stay at Home order ends. I had planned on keeping Babycakes home with me as long as I was not going into the office, but trying to work 40 hours with a small child at home is brutal. I know- the rest of the world has been doing it for weeks. But it feels like a sign that it's time to get ready and move forward. Not to mention our daycare center has been doing discounted rates for those keeping kids at home, and that is coming to an end soon as well.

I have plenty of work I can do from home, but it's busy work if we're all being honest. It's not pointless, but it's not a normally a priority and not my usual duties. As with most state entities, my employer is updating kind of last minute...our current instructions officially end today, and I'm expecting an update this afternoon if at all. There has been no clear move to return to the campus, but I would be a good candidate to go back soon. I already work separately from the rest of my department, in a space that is not accessible to the public at all. And due to funding, the temporary workers I was with (only 2) have been let go. I thought the official stance was "Stay home," but I don't know if the return will be as clearly defined or up to departmental discretion. In discussing things with my supervisor, she also mentioned some other things I could potentially help with...not sure if she wants me to be more productive with this time, or additional help is needed due to this being the busy time of the office, or just getting me cross-trained since we had been moving towards that before the pandemic hit. 

NC is currently working on a phased return to...normal. Although again, there won't be a true normal for a while. My church is quite large- like, could easily have 600-1000 people on a Sunday. Heard through the grapevine that it's looking like it could be months until we are able to meet together in our sanctuary. That hurts, as church is a pretty big part of our lives and routine. Although I do seriously want to thank our pastors, especially our kids pastor. We have always live-streamed our services, but they have stepped up and done a great job trying to stay connected during this time. They have emailed, called, done daily video devotionals over Facebook...yes, I'm sure they are generic and mass emails, but if I respond I get a personal response back. And that effort means a lot. Our children's pastor has done live-streaming where she says hello to every kid/family who comments on the stream, sent postcards, and organized pick-ups of coloring sheets+snacks. She's also done videos for the kids from the volunteers, and vice versa. Babycakes loves it, and I'm so thankful for the chance to keep Babycakes connected to "her" part of church too.

At this point, I'm waiting on the approval for 25 people to gather so we can have our "small" group meetings again. Since our church is so big, these are little groups kind of like Bible Study groups to help make sure we actually know people and are involved in the church, versus just being a bunch of random faces. It's also a way to help the church pastors know if there are any big needs- our lead pastor is very upfront that it's hard for him to keep up with our entire congregation. We are supremely lucky that our small group has truly turned into our best friends. It doesn't happen that way with every group, but we see our SG all the time. We started out for married couples, of all ages and both with/without kids. As the years have gone by, we sort of narrowed into a demographic of (now) late 20s/early 30s, and we all ended up having kids around the same time. Our kids love each other, we baby-sit for each other, we vacation together, half of us have ended up living on the same side of town and/or using the same daycare...especially for us, since we don't have family in town, these people are our local family. 

Babycakes misses her friends, and will be going back to daycare the week after next. This will be almost exactly 2 months of staying at home. It's crazy...she needs people. She has always been very people oriented- even as a baby, she would rather watch people than play with toys. We have done little outings- like picking up ice cream and eating it in the socially distanced parking lot. She is straight up creepy staring at other kids and families! My poor child. I am slightly worried because...guys, 2 months of being together basically 24/7 may lead to some separation anxiety. And I can't blame her! I went into my office for like 3 hours the other day and she bawled when I left (poor Hubs, he's a great dad but he is essential...aka, he's working normally so it has not been quite the same intensity of togetherness). The first few days will probably be okay due to excitement of seeing people again, but I'm steeling myself for some meltdowns. Especially because the daycare center has been doing modified drop-off more like elementary schools- instead of walking them in and using our keycards/etc, the teachers are picking kids up at the door to minimize exposure on door handles/etc. Not sure if this will be able to continue when the bulk of kids return, so that will be interesting too. Overall we are doing well, but it's illogical to assume these world changes are not affecting the little ones. 

We had a parents-only beach trip scheduled for late June with some friends...got a refund yesterday since the park will be opening 2 days after we were scheduled to camp. So...currently trying to find somewhere accepting reservations for that same weekend. After a few months of quarantine, we need a vacation for sure! One friend said at this point, it can be tents in a backyard. She will spray saltwater on us and buy an oceanic sound machine if we can't get a beach campsite! Bahaha. As long as the kids finally get to visit their grandparents and we get some chill time. Yes, we all love our kids...but no one should spend that much time together. It's just not good for a relationship, IMO. 

Also, super thankful for Facetime/etc. We were literally video calling my mom every single day. I hope Babycakes can visit soon. Hubs & I have been diligent about keeping our social circle very small during this quarantine. I think the transition out will honestly be harder. There is no clear rule or benchmark, and that is very frustrating. I don't like it, to be honest. It feels like being reasonable is a hard line to walk right now. My mom works in retail, so will have more public contact (although they are doing masks, social distance marking, etc) and will likely have a harder time getting days off now. My ILs own their own business and have been able to decrease their contact more, and will likely have more time soon, so hopefully we can do a visit there too. Also we have so many make-up birthday parties/etc! Bahaha. It's going to be hard to keep it calm and not rush back, but also...life can go on, and should.

Covid 19 Check In #2

Hello, everyone. I'm alive. So is the fam. No one is sick. We are just...surviving at home. My hubby is working normally. I am working about half my normal hours, and using a "pandemic leave" to thankfully cover the other portion of my hours and keep a full paycheck. I have no clue how people who need to work 40 hours a week and take care of a kid are doing it- it's so hard just doing 20! 

But, we are doing okay. Financially we are fine, even better than normal since we are not paying full daycare fees or spending gas (seriously, I think I used half a tank in the last month) or other random expenses. 

We are getting a little restless...and definitely feel like some days our familial tension is just high. 


It's tough. It's tough on me and Babycakes, because we are doing nothing but being at home. I mean, we go on walks and little things like that but...I was not built to be a stay at home mom. There is a reason I do not work in childcare. And my social child needs more than me.

I am getting a bit weary. 


She is getting weary. I know why this is happening, I understand it...but it is hard. It is frustrating. 

My husband is still working, but he is feeling it in different ways. He is feeling the lack of the gym (this may sound superficial but he is about 8 months into a significant weight loss; not to mention exercise is paramount to mental health in our family). Also, he has no alone time because on his days "off," we are still here. And I really want him to be in charge of Babycakes on those days so I can  work without distraction. Of course, I don't have any alone time either. And he's asked what he can do to help...but help is limited right now. 

There just isn't a break, and I am feeling that today.


It's exhausting trying to teach a little person how to not be an asshole, quite frankly. Then add in trying to balance working on letters and numbers and staying physically active and gross motor skills and fine motor skills...fuck, man. Parts of me are glad she isn't in school yet, because then we would have specific stuff to do and I couldn't just have my "give up" days where we binge TV all day. But also, making this shit up and trying to balance and be literally everything to someone is so exhausting

Don't get me wrong- there are great moments as well. We bought her a bike for her birthday, and watching her learn that has been amazing. We have had some great bonding moments and I've learned a lot about her and there are some things I hope to carry forward into "normal" life, whenever that resumes. 

But, this is hard. I am in an incredibly privileged position, and it's still hard. 


And I know there are others who are much worse off than me. It doesn't take the frustration away, but it does help remind me to be thankful for what I do have. It does make me even more convicted in certain areas...but there just isn't much I can personally do at the moment, and that is hard too. The only thing I can do is...stay home, so I am doing it. 

Everyone is suffering, whether we can see it or not. Whether we feel it or not- this period will be affecting us for a long time. 


Walked away from this to check on Babycakes before hitting publish...she now has a fever. There goes my "NO TV TODAY" rule. Bless.