Hi friends of Margot in 2022
You may know me through work, or through parenting, or from long before. Or from some combination. Or we may not have met yet.
We’re all still living and breathing and hoping to connect more deeply with one another. (At least, that’s what I’m doing.)
I arrive here in July 2022 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. (A word taught by a dear server at Southie in Oakland.)
Liminal means: In between.
And in this moment, I’m in between many things. The main 3 are:
- Divorcing husband of 20 years.
- My mom has Alzheimer’s, is poor, and I’m her primary caregiver.
- Closing my small business and looking for a new job.
All of these are super sensitive. I want to cry about each, and do, pretty much all of the time.
I’m waking up every day in the center of this storm. I wake up in a place I want to be, for now. I wake up alone, or with a kid, as I want to, for now. I’m taking care of my mom, for now, and will continue as best I’m able.
And I’m going to write about these things for myself. Because as Joan Didion said:
Thanks for being here. Wherever the space between us is, that’s where I want to be too.