Man. I want this to be about an initiation story. With fire and tests and drama. And instead, it’s about being a better mom after a glass of wine and trying to be calm without being numb and keep it all together and stay connected to the sacred while I keep the wheels turning. Just like my life. Where are the high stakes bets? The dramatic kisses and the heroic proclamations? Who made all this laundry? Fuck.
All day today I worried that saying what I think about marriage yesterday has pissed off people I love.