I was not bit by a radioactive spider. I do not get powers from the sun. I just do a sh*t ton of work.
I kinda hit a wall yesterday, despite achieving some really exciting business milestones and getting to the point that I’ve wanted to get to for years.
It was no one’s fault. It’s just hard. It’s all come at a cost and I feel like sometimes people don’t see that cost. It also never feels like I’ve done enough no matter how much I’ve done.
I feel like I spend a lot of time absorbing sh*t. Unfairness. Trolling. Hate. Complaints. Stress over my children’s safety in the world. Protection of them against so many forces. The stress of daily meal planning. (Why is it so hard?) The emotional and literal costs of life. Of being a mom. Of moving through a man’s world as a woman. Of being a cisgender, able-bodied white woman with so much privilege who needs to do better on so many fronts.