I'm a mother of one
I cook a lot. It's an expression of love and creativity and a soother of my weary soul. I plan parties, apparently because I like to weep and wail and run myself ragged.
I write a little. I want to write more. I lack the discipline right now--how entertained y'all would be if y'all could peer into my brain, though. Trust me; there are so many stories and thoughts circulating there--where they are doomed, I'm afraid, to stay. I think my lack of discipline will remedy itself as this tenure clock keeps ticking, however.
There's not much more to say. I adore my friends and family. I've been extremely lucky in that regard. I am sarcastic and can be bossy and more cutting than I mean to be. I am impatient and spend quite a bit of time feeling exasperated. Anxiety is my constant companion. And I am oh-so-shy. Ridiculously so.
I'm pretty open on this blog, if you want more info or insights. I've grown quite a bit since I began it from the pit of despair that is the "grad school experience."
*Maybe I don't. I don't know right now. I find myself increasingly pissed off and pushed out.