I just got email from a friend that was so so so awesome. She was encouraging and supportive and understanding and it really just made my day, so I wanted to first share that by way of reminder to myself and others to reach out, and secondly share something that she wrote that actually made me nod my head and say YES! out loud as I was reading it.

Regarding the juggling act that is being a working mom, she wrote:

The age these magical little people are — it really is emotionally challenging, in good ways and sometimes in exhausting ways, and all that love can take a toll on a mom.  Truly.  I’ve never loved so much so hard and it’s like being shot out of a cannon some days.

It’s like being shot out of a cannon some days. A M E N. I deeply resonate with that feeling and I have been thinking about it all day. I do feel like I’m hurdling into space at an unimaginable pace most days, acutely aware of all that I’m not getting accomplished as I’m zooming steadily forward. To possibly beat this analogy to death, I can’t help but smile when I realize that I’m the one that agreed to getting in the cannon in the first place. Ready? Aim. Fire!

This morning I was reminded yet again that I am not alone as I continue to push on, and more importantly, I am not the only one that is trying to make it all happen. A simple but necessary sentiment. Presumably we’re all doing the best that we can and I am just so thankful for the reminder that we’re all in this thing together. I am also thankful for all of the brilliant and inspiring women in my life, near and far, young and not-so-young. With any luck you all feel this way, but I genuinely believe that I know some of the most interesting and incredible women on the good green earth.

Thank goodness for friends. Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness.

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