Facebook helped me recall this beautiful hustle: a Breadloaf Fellow while wrangling these two. I dro
Facebook helped me recall this beautiful hustle: a Breadloaf Fellow while wrangling these two. I drove home 1.5 hours every night for ten days to be there when the girls woke up. I cried every day, felt like a bad writer & a bad mom. In hindsight I feel admiration & compassion for that self. All that foolish courage. The attempt at balance & forward momentum while exhausted to the bone. Getting into the car at night, speeding down dark country roads, afraid I was going to fall asleep at the wheel. The fear of missing out. Afraid of failing my girls and my dreams. Love to all you hustlers out there. -- source link