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Perian
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I’m still following, but I must admit the topic is dizzying. I do have more questions, but I fear they would sound like selfish moaning.
For example, today I was particularly mournful for my art. The necessary elements of time, energy, and focus never seem to align. I thrive on my quiet, introspective creativity. It’s one of the ways I heal and meditate, but it’s a major thing I’ve had to give up. This compounds my problem of fearin for more children because one of my only consolations is “One day, this baby will be in school, etc.” Another baby resets the clock on when I can return to my art or a Master’s or anything else that doesn’t bore me to death.
I love staying at home but today was rough. I just wanted to read something engaging or get to work on a piece. But, I can’t. It’s just not in the cards right now. But, this is a prime example of how this is an ongoing spiritual battle to do God’s will and not my own. I’m not even happy with how my life has changed with this first child. How can I do anything but dread the way the next child will chip away at the vestiges of my few remaining pleasures*?
For example, today I was particularly mournful for my art. The necessary elements of time, energy, and focus never seem to align. I thrive on my quiet, introspective creativity. It’s one of the ways I heal and meditate, but it’s a major thing I’ve had to give up. This compounds my problem of fearin for more children because one of my only consolations is “One day, this baby will be in school, etc.” Another baby resets the clock on when I can return to my art or a Master’s or anything else that doesn’t bore me to death.
I love staying at home but today was rough. I just wanted to read something engaging or get to work on a piece. But, I can’t. It’s just not in the cards right now. But, this is a prime example of how this is an ongoing spiritual battle to do God’s will and not my own. I’m not even happy with how my life has changed with this first child. How can I do anything but dread the way the next child will chip away at the vestiges of my few remaining pleasures*?
- Pleasures here meaning the things that keep my mental health on life support. I don’t have extraneous things-that-I-just-like-to-do