Harvey. A month ago. 4mo

The love of my life...

Motherhood: fighting off isoloation and rising above my baby blues. Revealing the overcomplicated is a mask for the simple.

 

Waking up.
Taking back my life.
Embracing the new me.
Honoring the old me, because it's still me.

 

I haven't written since our baby moon. But time does not control my self expression.

Far too often we use time as the all controlling excuse.

 

When time is all we have, we should embrace it and take advantage of it when ever possible.

For 5 months now I have been a

first time MOM

&

first time homeowner

&

first time stay at home mom.

I will soon write about this new world and introduce my Harvey and my home.

This new world I live in is foreign and wonderful. But the exotic nature of my new life is challenging.

Postpartum blues were real and I declared WAR on it.

 

 

My enemy was officially

my hormones, my focus, my expectations, my health, my energy, my drive, my brain, my ADD.

To combat and fight this war successfully, I needed to implement a strategy.

I took on this challenge in just the way I was used to.

Overcomplicating it. When it was and has always been quite simple.

These past 5 months have been very reminiscent of my puberty.

Increased hormones. Body changing. A new awareness.

But this time, I got a baby out of it and not just more acne.

So. It wasn't just me who would hurt. It was my family, husband and new son.

There was more at stake. Way more.

But there was also more to gain and enjoy.

Now. The work needed to be done.

I know what works for me and it was time to implement it.

I work when I be, do, have:

schedule. routine. healthy eating. walking. writing. photography. projects. plans. sleep. music. coffee.

The past 5 months it has been layer after layer of postpartum blues removed.

A layer would return and I knew I just needed to keeping fighting it.

I new layer peeled off yesterday. It's been wonderfully rainy here, and it's been cleansing.

So far. Writing has been absolutely rewarding. My brain is waking up.

 At times it feels like I'm trying to juice a dry orange.

I know to keep pushing. Keep going. Keep writing.

I'm writing for me. No expectation.

If someone reads it and benefits or simply gathers an ounce of enjoyment.

GREAT!

But I'm doing this for me.
To regain my voice.
 Wake up my brain.

Strengthen the route that connects my brain to my mouth.