It’s hard not to mock the classic “hang in there, baby” sign, or it’s recent equivalents in rose gold calligraphy. It’s so vapidly upbeat, oblivious to the complicated obstacles that stand in the way of happiness or success, as if finding fulfillment is a matter of telling yourself to do it. And yet, here I am, scrolling Pinterest for the perfect computer wallpaper that says “create”.
Category: Personal
Where does creativity go?
Over the past 10 years, I’ve watched myself shift modes of self expression, from artistic and metaphorical to literary and literal. Am I less creative than I used to be, or do I just not have any patience for obfuscation?
Watercolor on paper, c. 2006. I imagined what it would be like to have wings but no arms.
Procraftinating
Like procrastibaking, but you shouldn’t eat the results. Read More
Letting Go
So this may seem obvious, but I have trouble leaving the past in the past. Read More
Guilt and Shame
Insert joke about Jewish mothers here. Read More
Body After Baby
On being the elephant in the room… Read More
Relaxing vs. Recharging
After my post about the boredom/anxiety cycle, I got some feedback about activities that help with anxiety – mostly exercise – and I realized I should write about the other side of anxiety, which is relaxation. Read More
The Boredom/Anxiety Cycle
When your body says: “Why not have both?” Read More
On Closure
Last week I started a series of weekly research trips, the practical end of my maternity leave Read More
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