I have sat in front of this blank page for half an hour. Missing half an hour of getting words splattered on the white. I slept in today – baby woke at 4h and then went back down until 7h – and it feels off for me. I no longer align with sleeping in. My body doesn’t want it. I don’t want it. It’s made me groggy. I doubt I’ll get much out of me, word-wise, today. I may have to settle for a paragraph or two in this space. That may be the extent of what I can manage, what I can release. I do think I need to step back from Instagram until my relationship with it gets better; lately it has been triggering my Leo Moon (reactive). I might have to make that topic my next focus for this space (Parenting with Astrology).

Nap was in a car today as we spent our morning/early afternoon in Geneva at the Botanical Gardens, meaning I couldn’t spend naptime writing. It was like entering a secret garden… beyond beautiful. Unfortunately, multiple people are sharing the internet at one time so I am unable to send the photos to myself. Perhaps another day.

That’s the extent of today’s entry. But — I wrote! I don’t think I’ll even journal tonight in my main journal. I don’t have it in me.

xx C

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I wish I could be a great illustrator so I could illustrate my own book — but I lack drawing skills, and don’t have a “drawing style.”