My grandmother showed up in my friend’s dream, They were walking around as she told him things about the state of the world. “You know how she used to do?” he says. I do know and miss it so much. How I would wrap my arms around her little body and she would whisper something funny to make me laugh and cry at the same time because she saw everything. She was a natural comedian. And she loved me.
Why didn’t she come to me I wonder? I could use her wisdom. I’m parenting a tween afterall. I would like to hear her take on the whole thing. Did her sons recoil when she made physical contact at the wrong moment? When she walked around naked did they have thoughts about her body? Did they despise it? Is it different for mothers and daughters? Gram?
This random text:
Hi! How was your day? Please keep in mind that you're worthy as a person. Hope you're doing great. Smile.
Along with other debt relief emails which I get on a regular basis. Lately, it’s daily. Someone in the interweb is conspiring to remind me of a different time.
Also, my Miro board. I have one called “Becca’s Career.” I’m building one with Nat too about our mutual projects. I think I can turn her into a producer too if I work it just right. I highly recommend a brainstorming session of your own on Miro if you’re a visual thinker.
This hat to hide all the greasy summer hair.
First, the hair was sun kissed—before it turned into a greasy mass. I think I need to take it past day 10 to make it a way of life?
In other news…Nat and I are doing an easy listening summer series on Reframeables based on our love of lists and summer themes! Tune in tomorrow. And share with a friend :)