I think some specter of achievement will always be with me; it’s a coping strategy I’ve used forever, but toxic because of the way it begs validation from the outside.
Health issues and homeschooling keep teaching me the same lesson over and over again.
I like working, which maybe sometimes looks like it’s only towards achieving. But I’m trying to tease out that it’s the practice of it (writing, mothering, teaching) that actually matters to me; the showing up, open, lit from the inside, trying to make something that connects.
I think some specter of achievement will always be with me; it’s a coping strategy I’ve used forever, but toxic because of the way it begs validation from the outside.
Health issues and homeschooling keep teaching me the same lesson over and over again.
I like working, which maybe sometimes looks like it’s only towards achieving. But I’m trying to tease out that it’s the practice of it (writing, mothering, teaching) that actually matters to me; the showing up, open, lit from the inside, trying to make something that connects.
I always love your comments so much, Violeta! I love that distinction between practice and outcome.
Tu commence. Bien!