I got my period at about 4am this morning, 2 days after winter solstice and the day after a full moon. the sybolism of it all, the kismet of it all. i've ended up going inwards in a way I don't often during my period. i welcomed her instead of groaning under the effort. i've decided to see it as cleansing, grounding, enveloping, slowing. i coccooned myself and treated myself right. i dragged my mattress into the garden and stared at the sky for 3 hours. i did """self care""". i feel good. i feel grateful to women who came before me and battled this with less than I have.
my periods are off and on with the pill (god please i don’t wanna be on it anymore) and i’m an odd duck who loves connecting to my period but i haven’t had one in a couple months and let me tell you
diva down
i am down i have cramps and in a strange way i enjoy the forceful rest it puts me in
i feel like i‘ve walked miles in these hinged hips, or lifted people with this aching back
anyway shout out my womb havers who also are getting visited by their aunt flo this month
after five years of grad school and subsequent job search, i can finally say i have successfully changed careers 😭 i start my new job counseling kids at a community mental health clinic on Monday. yesterday was my last shift at the grocery store that was an escape from my horrible corporate job and a sustaining force throughout grad school. it’s so bittersweet to leave the sweetest coworkers i’ve ever had and the most fun i’ve had at work. it’s immeasurably healing to quit a job for only good reasons. my coworkers got me a cake, everyone wrote notes in a card, and the goodbyes throughout the day made my heart swell. i even got to tell the good news to my favorite instacarter 🥺 after i clocked out for the last time, my friends joined me for gelato at the cafe and we strolled the store for a final time, this time as simply a loyal customer.