My dad's death didn't teach me to chase harder. It taught me to live in the time I have, with the people I have, instead of waiting for a finish line that was never going to arrive.
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A little note on motherhood I started as a journal entry on a train back from Paris, all of us tired, and ended as a realization: the mother I always pictured myself becoming isn't the mother my kids actually need.
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There is a version of me from 2016 who knew exactly how to rest. Somehow between then and now, I lost her. It took my body shaking to bring that part of self back.
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Travel equals luxury to me and I place it last on my list. Something I only do if I've got all the other boxes checked off. Much like investing, it's a rich people thing, I figured. Staying home and making memories with the village always wás the point. Now there is none, so I want my kids to experience the freedom of going wherever they want to go, whenever they want.
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People love to say that art is meant to be felt rather than being explained. I cried after seeing five paintings and felt how the weight of motherhood was turned into an experience. I felt seen, not only from where I want to improve or what I am proud of. I saw my personal motherhood reflected in multitudes and learned it is a shared experience.
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