I arrive here in quite a moment.

It’s a horrible and vulnerable moment. It’s a moment of huge growth, deep transformation, and supreme mental fuckery. It’s a liminal moment.

Liminal means: In between.

I’m in between many things. Here’s what’s happening as of today:

1. I’m getting a divorce after 18 years
2. My mom has Alzheimer’s and I’m her primary caregiver
3. I’m closing my small business and looking for a new job

I want to cry about each of the 3 fuckeries, and do, pretty much all of the time. But. And. I’m still waking up every day.

And for now, I’ll wake up in a place I want to be. I’ll take care of my mom and kids as best I’m able.

So I’ll write. I’ll share what I learn. Because that’s how I understand things.

“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see, and what it means. “

Joan Didion

Thanks for being here with me. I missed you as much as I’ve missed myself.

Love,

Margot