Recently it feels like I’ve been living in a pinball machine. I’m noisily bouncing between clients, projects, emotions, and baggage. In moments of clarity I’m actually astounded by the fact that I’m a separated toddler-mom/creative entrepreneur, and producing a short film while basically living out of a suitcase.
Last year this time I was pregnant. I was married. I had no idea that only a couple weeks later I'd be going through my 2nd miscarriage of the year. I had no idea that Hubs and I would drift into a different context, or how quickly Baby Girl would move from being my baby to being my little girl.
Life moves fast.
So fast, that I get scared I’m going to forget to teach Baby Girl the really important stuff.