what does capitalization achieve? in the honor of mental-health and in remembrance of kate spade, i want to not use any capitals in this post, like the kate spade brand. five years ago, we moved to the United States from Germany and it was the first brand i purchased for myself. it stays with me.
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in these five years, i’ve seen all kinds of medical and emotional drama that was topped off by giving birth to a babe. i no longer see this country with raw newness. but it’s humbling to walk in the same neighborhood in circles each day with adi and have him gape at strangers, over and over, because for him, it’s new.
starting afresh and cleaning up the blog
motherhood (nearing a year) has been a tough experience, and i feel like my head’s still underwater on some days. i’ve resented the whole well-meaning, advice-giving world. i’ve resented my husband and myself. i’ve sulked, cried, laughed, felt grateful, lived and died in this year, sleeplessly. while i’ll never be the same again, i have a definite need to go back to who i was, to find out who i will be. i’m here, normalizing figuring yourself out in your late 30s.
part of that is why i needed to come back to this blog and clean it up a little. for mental-wellbeing among other critical matters of the heart. needless to say, my head is buzzing with a headache that feels like the morning after an expected breakup.
sunday inspiration: hope
realistically, there’s no days anymore. each day feels the same with an unending routine led by nap schedules of an infant. yet, all of this is new for me in deeply personal ways. it’s hard not to want to celebrate every milestone and moment, and i’m grateful for it.
i’m also consumed with the thought that i birthed a child in the absence of my mother, and haven’t met her in two years. but all i am left with this moment is a lingering feeling of hope. i read this essay and wanted to share a snippet. it’s what keeps me alive, and interested in coming back to myself. to create, is to hope.
hope, like every virtue, is a choice that becomes a practice that becomes spiritual muscle memory. it’s a renewable resource for moving through life as it is, not as we wish it to be. (krista tippett, decapitalization mine)
The Gift of Hope
also, i wonder what your hopeful things look like. this one cracked me up :-).
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