tw: brief mention of childbirth (nothing graphic, but tws are in the spirit of this, as you'll see, so skip the second paragraph if you want) Lately I have the image of my anxiety as the water level under a beach. You dig, and eventually you hit water, though you can generally walk around dry. Lately, the water level is higher. You sometimes get wet just kicking up sand with your toe as you walk. Lately, things like: my husband talking to me about a tricky situation at work, or talking to a friend whose pregnant wife is going to be induced, as I was.
On glimmers and keeping dry
On glimmers and keeping dry
On glimmers and keeping dry
tw: brief mention of childbirth (nothing graphic, but tws are in the spirit of this, as you'll see, so skip the second paragraph if you want) Lately I have the image of my anxiety as the water level under a beach. You dig, and eventually you hit water, though you can generally walk around dry. Lately, the water level is higher. You sometimes get wet just kicking up sand with your toe as you walk. Lately, things like: my husband talking to me about a tricky situation at work, or talking to a friend whose pregnant wife is going to be induced, as I was.