Grief, rage, the occasional escape, apocalyptic sky, and finally podding after 3 months of planning
Wildfire season, parenting overwhelm, stress-baking.
Loneliness, anxiety, trying to be a person amidst all this.
I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.
I tried a different way of balancing my time with my kid, and my time as myself. It wasn't great.
It's getting harder to brain. And we're settling into a kind of routine, which is good and bad.
I reflect on my upcoming art show, How to Make Art with a Toddler.