Creator and Mother (which is redundant) during social distancing

The only way to keep from feeling frustrated past the point of self control is to submit to Motherhood.

Over the next weeks, I’m not going to accomplish what I want to, or even most of what I need to. That little death to self is a good thing. Somebody keep reminding me!

I am a brilliant creative force. No wait. I suck.

My eleven year old daughter, who, not ten minutes ago, was riding a wave of euphoria while singing her new song, is now angry and in tears because that same song “is actually trash.” I’ve been writing (as a career) for twenty one years now, and I still do the same thing.