I do a lot of processing by writing, but because of some little people-planets I orbit around, I have had very little time for that the past decade or so. Everything just swirls around inside, then, and crazy runs through my veins because it can’t get out. (Yes, that’s my excuse. 😉 And ohmigawd I can’t believe I just used an emoji in my blog!) I really am trying to meet my needs along with those of my kids, but how can I not feed them or cheer them on or (try to) tend to their emotional needs?

And I seem to be dividing into smaller and smaller pieces all the time, which I blame on children (I blame a lot on them) and also on technology. Call it soul division. I’ve got horcruxes all over the place. How can I be present when I can look up anything I want on Google? I can be all-knowing, and yet I’m supposed to give my full attention to the dishes I’m washing or the homework I’m helping with? I roll my eyes at you guys, mindfulness and intention. I am everywhere, all at once.

And then I crash and I want to come back together. So I write a little. Like this. And I feel the parts of myself converging again, for just a little while. Ahhh.