In one hundred words or less…
I struggle knowing how to use my energies best. Always the ongoing parenting role. Always the meals and cleaning and laundry. But also. The camera and pen calling for attention. Do I sit to write first thing? Or do I bake the cinnamon rolls on a cold, windy morning? I don’t have a set rhythm. Or maybe I do. A rhythm that rolls in waves. So that, some days it’s the writing and some days it’s the cinnamon rolls. Not set in stone, but floating. The trick is, I think, to pay attention. Be with the waves. No matter what.
Sending a little love your way, m
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