I don’t think we get through unscathed. I think that we get through… changed.
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I’m Emily. I’m living an unexpected expat life fueled by coffee and adventure. Home is where my art is.
(Currently: New Delhi)
I’m Emily. I’m living an unexpected expat life fueled by coffee and adventure. Home is where my art is.
(Currently: New Delhi)
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I don’t think we get through unscathed. I think that we get through… changed.
I’ve been taught to look for the similarities and not focus on the differences but that’s been hard to do lately.
I have lived the last year in the privilege of security and minor losses. Who am I then to grieve?
This year’s going to look different. (Should I even admit that it’s a relief?)
It is becoming more likely that I will never stain my fingertips with Grandma Lucy’s pickled beets again.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want a baby. It’s just that I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted one.
I am no longer in the practice of making blessings but I find myself comforted by one as we settle into the limbo between then and now.
Where, exactly, is the line between grace and self-pity when dealing with a newborn?
