I’m writing again, guys! Once I started pushing through, it got easier (though not easy) and more cathartic. I told Neal to remind me of that the next time I tell him I want to quit blogging. On Friday I spent a solid 5 hours on my adoption update post — but it’s still not done. (If that seems excessive, I direct you to my favorite quote about writing: “How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?” At one point I think I wrote about 5 sentences in an hour, but by the end, I was sure it was a representation of what I think and how I feel and that felt really good.) I’ve got a Life Writing class this week, so I’m taking a little break from adoption talk and trying to work on that piece about body image.
Which is all unrelated to this, but I found it while searching through old drafts. When Addison was younger, she was most often The Rod — it’s entirely possible that her little body was too small to even do a proper Twister. But now The Noodler seems to be her bag. She thinks it’s hilarious to go so limp that I can’t position her anywhere. The thing is, it is kind of hilarious. God bless toddlers.