I’ve started this several times and everything feels too formal. I don’t want it to feel like a newsletter where I run down everything that’s happened since I last showed my face. I think we-humanity as a whole-were in the midst of a collective panic attack. It’s not surprising some of us dropped off into nothingness. I miss each and every one
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Every single time I sit down to write this, I'd get down a sentence--the same sentence--before my anxiety would make me get up and walk away. I know I need to do it. I know it would be good for me to do it. But it's easier to avoid
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I’ve been looking at the calendar a lot recently because Santana has a birthday next weekend. Which means it’s the start of birthday season in the Noriega house
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I’ve been wanting to poke my head in and chat about random things, but the kids have been sick, so here I’m doing it in bed. I don’t have the brain power to write about the things I was going to write about.
How about this: let’s just start up a conversation and catch up with each other. How are you all doing?
Seb has been a full-time stay-at-home parent for a week now and it is really starting to sink in how weird and strangely normal this is. I never realized normal could be strange.
I mean, it won’t last because I’m leaving again at the end of January, but still.