Dealing with death and other unceremonious endings
When one month of the year has you in a death grip of forced interactions aka kids parties. Can I delegate September next year? It’s so exhausting!
6 years later, I’m still trying to find a workable balance as a mom. It’s not getting any easier, but I’m getting better at not being so hard on myself.
Garbage in, garbage out. When you realize that your reading material has been low key setting you up for heartbreak and failure.
1 year on, I’ve made my fair share of rookie mistakes along the way and have had to use google to fix most of them. With the internet full of free advice from well-meaning people, I thought I would add my 2 cents worth.
Co-parenting with an ex is not easy. We’re human and likely to stuff things up every so often. However, honouring or not honouring responsibilities is what separates fathers from sperm donors, and mothers from incubators. It’s 2016. We need to do better.
I never thought it would be me. For the most part, finding myself a part of that kind of screwed up statistic was devastating. The ‘sisters with blisters’ club is not one you voluntarily sign up for. Abuse is for others, I used to think. Until it was for me.
The game has changed. This new age “awkward meandering through something that feels like something that leads to sex that may or may not be something that continues for a time until one party wants to make it an official something” is like living through the plot twists of a Game of Thrones season.
This is my first in a series of blogs in which I will be chronicling journey towards an even more awesome version of myself. I’ve lived and have the scars to show. I don’t have it all together but I’m working on me. I want to remain in a constant state of improvement. That’s my idea of the perfect journey.