When I was pregnant, I remember sitting with a friend on
her couch as we watched the baby inside my belly make its way from one side to
the other. As we were watching in
awe -- this alien-like experience going on in my body-- I was sure that I was
not going to change when I had my daughter. I wasn’t going to sit still because I had a baby.
Parts of my life have not changed. I’m still pretty social, actually more so now. I go to concerts on a regular basis and travel. Only now, I travel with my daughter, rock concerts require a baby sitter, and we’ve attended more gallery openings and festivals then my daughter probably cares to think about. I don’t sit still, to a fault.
Recently I had a small breakdown. All my activities came to a head. I returned
from a weeklong work trip, was finishing an art piece for group gallery show,
organizing my daughter’s pre-school fundraiser, training to run my first 5K,
and preparing to move our home, all while working full-time. And, oh yeah, trying to raise a child.
My eye started twitching due to the stress. I sat one night and cried because I couldn’t take it. I did this to myself. I felt that everything in my life was suffering because I was doing too much and doing it badly. I was physically exhausted.
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