One year ago I was posting about things being hard with a 6 month old trying to juggle everything in the world all at once.
I’m working on a little post about postpartum life NOW, so I thought this was an interesting thing that popped up from one year ago. I was so overwhelmed, and just had to quit a few things to get back on track. Or to a new track.
Things are different now, and better. Those early months of trying to be myself but my new self and my old self all at once were so tough, and while I miss teeny baby times, I like this period of parenting and adulting a lot better. I feel bad for 6-month postpartum Linds, she was a wreck.
Progress is progress, even if it feels small and slow sometimes. Happy Thursday!