I used to believe that if I shared the truth of my heart— people would judge me, ignore my pain, get annoyed at the inconvenience, or all three. Putting on a happy face was easier than trying to keep it together enough to ensure only a manageable amount of realness came out at once.
I think what’s really giving me pause for introspection is more about what’s going on inside of me. I’m finally taking a deep breath. The last 6 months have been the most terrifying, desperate, beautiful, confusing, and magical of my adult life. (NOTE TO SELF: A great way to challenge everything you ever thought you knew about life, God, and your identity is to have a kid.)