There you are again, writing exactly what I need to read. I am so ridiculously uncomfortable right now that I can hardly deal with it, but even the reasons I’m uncomfortable are so steeped in privilege I feel guilty even mentioning them.

It’s an interesting time in life, middle age, perimenopause. It seems like everything makes me feel, these days, like tears are just behind my eyes waiting to well over. I’m trying to learn how to lean in rather than turn away and hide. Thank you for helping me on my journey.