this is very relatable, from unexplainable rashes (I get them too, definitely think there a psychosomatic connection there - when I am feeling emotionally uncomfortable, stuck, overeager, raw, stressed) to the accidents with children. I slammed the car door into my 2.5 year old daughter's forehead who was standing behind me when I was opening the door, I didn't see her there. it's something she STILL talks about to this day (she's 5 with exceptional memory). it was awful, her facedown on the concrete, blood and bruising, she cried for over an hour. I had flash visions of terrible accidents all the time, after that, and it took me a while to release the constant fear. it still lurks under the surface, but feels more manageable!
Very late to comment here, but WOW am I a member of this club. The Stuck Club. The Where Did My Energy And Ambition Go Club. The Oh Shit That Just Happened And I Wasn't Prepared Club. And, of course, the Kid Injured On My Watch Club. Three years into being in that club, I still haven't gotten used to it ... but I haven't curled into a ball forever either so I'll count that as a win. Most recently I let my toddler careen down a (very mild) hill on his strider bike that was, in retrospect, way too big for him aaaaand now he has some pretty gnarly scrapes on his upper lip to show for it. Thankfully he's otherwise fine, still has that wolverine healing power, and is raring to get back on his bike!
The pressure I see on TikTok to be "that girl" is so real—and it totally gets in my head, even though I know it's an aspirational myth. So frustrating.
I love reading your newsletters, it's like warm sunlight in my inbox.
Molly, thank you for your candor. It's always so inspiring. I am here for all the sticky, uncomfortable moments (and the cries for help) and am definitely down to be in the club! xx
"The guilt and shame will recede or have receded, so we laugh about it because curling into a ball forever is not an option. We keep going with a slightly larger pit of anxiety in our stomachs; it’s just what we do."
These comforting words could not have landed in my inbox at a better time. On Wednesday morning, 10-month-old Frances climbed over and fell out of her crib while I stood not even a foot away from her, writing something in a notebook. I felt like such a failure and still do a bit, but her quick return to her usual silly self has let me loosen my grip on this accident, and after reading this newsletter I can let go of these hard feelings even more. Thank you Molly <3
P.S. Read Tomorrow x3 over the summer and enjoyed it!
Love Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Enjoy! I've been trying to get myself out there more and actually been feeling like I have friends in the Bay Area for the first time since moving here 6 years ago, which has been amazing. And love the idea of a Slack or Discord. I have two amazing groups of women I communicate with, one in each app, and I cherish all we share in there.
Hiii!! I am just getting over the constant anxiety I held about my kids scootering to Oak St and forgetting to stop. And lots of other things that never happened but could have...So yes, I’m in :)
this is very relatable, from unexplainable rashes (I get them too, definitely think there a psychosomatic connection there - when I am feeling emotionally uncomfortable, stuck, overeager, raw, stressed) to the accidents with children. I slammed the car door into my 2.5 year old daughter's forehead who was standing behind me when I was opening the door, I didn't see her there. it's something she STILL talks about to this day (she's 5 with exceptional memory). it was awful, her facedown on the concrete, blood and bruising, she cried for over an hour. I had flash visions of terrible accidents all the time, after that, and it took me a while to release the constant fear. it still lurks under the surface, but feels more manageable!
Very late to comment here, but WOW am I a member of this club. The Stuck Club. The Where Did My Energy And Ambition Go Club. The Oh Shit That Just Happened And I Wasn't Prepared Club. And, of course, the Kid Injured On My Watch Club. Three years into being in that club, I still haven't gotten used to it ... but I haven't curled into a ball forever either so I'll count that as a win. Most recently I let my toddler careen down a (very mild) hill on his strider bike that was, in retrospect, way too big for him aaaaand now he has some pretty gnarly scrapes on his upper lip to show for it. Thankfully he's otherwise fine, still has that wolverine healing power, and is raring to get back on his bike!
The pressure I see on TikTok to be "that girl" is so real—and it totally gets in my head, even though I know it's an aspirational myth. So frustrating.
I love reading your newsletters, it's like warm sunlight in my inbox.
Book club please! And all the other clubs. I’m in.
Molly, thank you for your candor. It's always so inspiring. I am here for all the sticky, uncomfortable moments (and the cries for help) and am definitely down to be in the club! xx
"The guilt and shame will recede or have receded, so we laugh about it because curling into a ball forever is not an option. We keep going with a slightly larger pit of anxiety in our stomachs; it’s just what we do."
These comforting words could not have landed in my inbox at a better time. On Wednesday morning, 10-month-old Frances climbed over and fell out of her crib while I stood not even a foot away from her, writing something in a notebook. I felt like such a failure and still do a bit, but her quick return to her usual silly self has let me loosen my grip on this accident, and after reading this newsletter I can let go of these hard feelings even more. Thank you Molly <3
P.S. Read Tomorrow x3 over the summer and enjoyed it!
Love Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Enjoy! I've been trying to get myself out there more and actually been feeling like I have friends in the Bay Area for the first time since moving here 6 years ago, which has been amazing. And love the idea of a Slack or Discord. I have two amazing groups of women I communicate with, one in each app, and I cherish all we share in there.
Hiii!! I am just getting over the constant anxiety I held about my kids scootering to Oak St and forgetting to stop. And lots of other things that never happened but could have...So yes, I’m in :)
I want to join the club. I am in the final 18 months of my doctorate and feeling like I am just getting by, sometimes one hour at a time.
I am 100% available for any digital group.