Do you ever ask yourself about the origins of your internal dialogue around how you move through your space? I have a transcript of mine that was imprinted permanently in my brain. “The Letter” was left on our kitchen island for my sister and I to discover after school one afternoon in early winter months of 1985. It is clearly the last straw for a working mom of 3, and now that I find myself in the same position, with children accommodating the same relative spread, it resonates on a different level. What’s shifted, generationally? What’s “enough” to ask of our kids, partners, cohabitants, and who’s standards are we applying? Where do we start? These questions and more are what tumbled around and tumbled out this time. What are your thoughts? I’d love to hear from you. Join our community at https://www.facebook.com/groups/625330825260625/?ref=share. Thanks for being here.
