Moving across the country is cool and all but have you tried canceling a playdate?
Plus a step by step guide for getting out of the doldrums and two fall purchases I have my eye on.
Our September book club selection is Old Babes in The Wood by Margaret Atwood. I found this at my local library and had to pick it up because Margaret Atwood. I haven’t read her since The Handmaid’s Tale all those years ago in a women’s lit class and I’m curious to see how my many more years of womanhood will affect my interpretation of the reading.
For anyone who is interested in book club, the discussion happens in the Substack app in the chat. This option is for paid subscribers, so if you have been thinking about paying, and thinking about talking books with me, here is your chance to upgrade.
If you have been running around like a crazy person and have been begging the universe for a way to help you chill, my Be Effortless course for new meditators can help you. This daily meditation practice can take you from chicken without a head energy to cool as a cucumber energy. The next course starts in October. You can sign up here.
Whenever I start to feel stuck I do this thing where I imagine uprooting my whole entire life and starting over. In the past, I would actually do this. I moved to another country once, on a whim that went a little too far, and on another whim, landed in San Francisco. Back then I thought that I could run away from my problems, no matter how big or small. It was easy to start over and forget that I was ever uncomfortable. When I found out I was pregnant with Lucas, I had the urge to run again but my parental instinct hit early, and I knew those days were over. I stayed put and figured out how to have big feelings without having to pack up a bunch of boxes. For the most part.
If you read my last newsletter, you know that I have been in a rut lately. Things haven’t been moving for me. In a literal sense, yes, I am moving all the time. Lots of appointments, and practices, and drop offs and playdates and shopping and exercising and walking around the neighborhood. We are in a constant state of motion. But in a figurative sense, I feel like I’m caught in this corner of stagnant air. It’s thick, and unmoving and sometimes I think I need something to snap me out of it. I find myself daydreaming about ‘the big one’. If you’re in California you know I’m talking about an earthquake. It’s like I’m waiting for something to come and shake me out of myself.
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