taking flight

I think I've finally found my footing. It had to have been a solid month or more that I wallowed in the mire.

The exhaustion of motherhood kept me honest when people asked

"How are you?"

and I responded

"Pretty shitty"

because

I

was
too tired

to lie.

My honesty was met with empathy, especially among the mothers.

And that empathy was a gift to unwrap in the middle of the mire.

* * *

Tonight, I am short on words. So I will borrow from the poet Patrick Overton.

When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly.

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