Project: Life Change. Yep, it's still on, mamas.

The beauty of this Project: Life Change challenge is that it immediately had a momentum of its own. Stefania and I just put it out there and so many of you took it, held it, threw it back out into the surf, ran on with your own small and significant ideas about how to feel better inside your own life.
Every so often, I will read someone's Project: Life Change post and I am taken aback by the questions that are asked and ideas that are seeded and affirmations that are made by women who are blogging who happened to read about how Stefania and I had to say stopppppppp to schedules and madness and mania in our own lives.
It doesn't mean that everything is tidy and happy and whole.
But it does mean that things are changing. And in that, there is so much hope.
In
the weeks and now, months, since Project: Life Change was hatched, my
own life has cracked wide open in ways I never anticipated. People are
gathering around me in support with offers to fly cross-country to get
away, with martinis and lattes in hand, with mani/pedi dates, with long
and intently listening phone calls and check-in emails that arrive
punctually every week, by sitting beside me in appointments with
lawyers and taking over the details of work I cannot fit into my brain
right now, with sweet whispers that I have everything I need to get
through and loud and angry Fuck this bullshit! rallying cries,
with friendship and kindred understanding and generosity. As my tribe
pulls in, I also feel this wider connection to the women out there,
some of whom I've never met in person and some of whom I've only laid
my eyes on briefly, all of whom I feel deeply linked to because they
either know me and about all this or because they are changing
themselves.
This movement toward wellness and being who we
want to be in our own lives -- not just defined by the rigorous
schedule of motherhood or the demands and possibilities of work and
being a partner and trying, trying, trying to fit some self-love in the
cracks -- is sometimes quiet, sometimes not. The under-current, though,
is flowing along and I can feel its power at my feet.
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