A little kindness going forward?

On this eve of “the next four years,” I’m trying to figure out how to move forward. I think a lot of us are. Every day I read something that reminds me we have SO many steps to make to cover the ground that seems to be slipping from under us with each day that passes.

Sometimes I get overwhelmed. And sometimes, that overwhelm paralyzes me. Because the steps we need to take are so important. But now is not the time for paralysis. It can't be.

So I decided I'm going to have to start where I am, even if that means starting small.

I'm excited to share a new project I've been working on with you.

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An Invitation to Grieve

So often, we keep our grief to ourselves. We keep it hidden behind a façade, veiled in secrecy and shame. Is it a lingering childhood memory of being told not to cry? Do we not want to burden our family and friends with our sadness? Are we afraid of appearing vulnerable? Or worried that if we allow ourselves to dip into that deep well of grief, we may never come back?

Whatever the reason, we keep our grief private.

The grief that surrounds infertility or miscarriage is even more private. Our attempts at pregnancy are shrouded in secrecy to begin with, the disappointments hidden away with each cycle, or with each premature end. It’s common practice to wait until the jeans begin to bulge to make our happy announcements, and yet, so often the sorrow arrives before we move into our new size, if we move at all. And so we grieve alone.

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