I know that the season is changing in South Carolina when the skies start to change. We head to school in the rising sun and the play outside until the sun begins to set. It may sound routine, but the colors in the October skies are anything but routine. They are stop-you-in-your-track kind of skies. …
Early this week, I recounted running out of gas for the first time in my life. What I didn’t explain was that it’s not surprising it happened. I run on fumes quite often. I push past the lit-up E trying to tell me to stop and take time to refuel. I push my engine to …
Over the past year, I have been on a journey to analyze and to resist the hustle of a capitalistic society. I have tried to keep track of my learning and my reading here in this space so that I can remember the revelations that occurred when I started asking, “Why?” And then, I hit …
Today marks the first day of preschool for our two-year-old! She went to a drop-in nursery before the pandemic, but I wonder if she remembers any of it. Isn’t it strange to realize that things that used to be so much a part of our daily routine aren’t anymore? It’s these realizations that make us …
Our five-year-old and two-year-old are right at that age where they are asking questions like, “But whose castle is the best?” Or “Who won the race?” Underlying these questions is their desire that they matter. They want to know what is required for being worthwhile. In our capitalistic, hustle-driven society it would be easy to …
A few days ago, Dr. Christena Cleveland posted this: Perfection is a white patriarchal tool designed to prevent us from true intimacy – with ourselves, others, and the Divine. Dr. Christena Cleveland Yes! Perfectionism is a hustle. A hustle designed to make us doubt our self-worth and spend all of our energy in a useless …
As if transitioning to being a cribless house wasn’t enough of a change in our household. This postcard arrived in the mail yesterday. I have to admit that I teared up a little bit reading the note from our five-year-old’s teacher welcoming him to Kindergarten. It’s always strange to me when you know something big …
Today was one of those days that you know comes as your children get older and yet it still sneaks up on you surprising you in all of the bigness and importantness of the day. Today, we became a crib-less house. We’ve done this before. In fact, when we moved into this house seven years …
The more I research and read about our hustle society, the more I realize how deeply entrenched it is into our daily lives. I hear myself reverting to hustle language when we are trying to find shoes and load up the car or are trying to do a quick grocery store run. Lying underneath this …
The morning light streams through the window. The coffee is hot. The house is quiet. Another day has begun. The mornings used to be predictable. Packing lunches. Finding shoes. Loading into the car, to go go go hustle from here to there. Now, the mornings are slower. There’s no rush. There’s no hustle. The new …
