“We can do hard things.” This is the message I’ve taken away from years of following Glennon Doyle on all the social media platforms. Her books drive the message home even harder. Follow her. Read her. See her live. You will not be sorry.
“We can do hard things.” This is the message I had to tell myself through two pregnancies. Through two postpartum blues episodes. Through all the weird speed bumps we hit while parenting. Through all the baby poop, barf, bumped noggins, scraped knees, night terrors, little surgeries, toddler meltdowns.
“We can do hard things.” This is the message I told myself when I decided to go it alone. When I decided my life was not going in the direction I wanted it to go. When I decided that my happiness was important. When I decided that I didn’t want my kids to grow up seeing a resentful relationship.
“We can do hard things.” This will be the message I tell myself over and over this week. I’m terrified. I have a divorce mediation appointment, which I’m still not sure what that entails. I have an appointment with a new oncology gynecologist to talk about my future with my lady organs. And I have a court date…for divorce. I’ll be happy to have it all said and done but the getting to the end part is almost too scary to deal with.
So this week, I’m going to do things that help me with my anxiety. What I really want to do is curl up in my bed and sleep but you know, I have to work and do all the mom stuff. I’ll change my sheets later today, fold the laundry, paint my nails, put away the clutter, make Aveda tea at night, and take lots of baths. Most importantly, I’ll breathe and remember that “we can do hard things.”
Warming Up 