Dreams

I had a dream last week that I was cool. Like REALLY cool. Like I was living in a flat with other artists and creatives in New York City and wearing a leather jacket cool.

And then I woke up to the sound of my baby crying at 5:30am.

Oh hello, reality. Isn’t it a little early?

Initially, I laughed it off as funny little anecdote I could tell people about how “not cool” my life is in comparison to my subconscious self, but over the last week I’ve found myself thinking about it a lot. Somehow a dream has stirred discontentment in me, and I’m not really here for that.

Admittedly, my life has taken a MUCH different path than I intended, but that doesn’t make it bad. It just makes it different. Discontentment is a joy thief, and thankfulness is the antidote, so here goes…

- Im thankful for the Viking and Ransom. They make me a better person.

- Im thankful for my work. That I’ve already made more this year - freelancing - than I did last year with a steady job, and also that I get to work with brands and people that I believe in.

- Im thankful for my degree. That even though I didn’t go to art school in NYC, I received a good education, and have taught photography and had my work in multiple exhibitions since graduation just two years ago.

- Im weirdly thankful for Reluctant Mother. It has become a creative outlet that I didn’t see coming but really needed. And also for the outpouring of support and all the messages I’ve received from other #reluctantmothers since I started sharing my story. We’re not alone out there in the world, and I needed to know that.