{"id":3446,"date":"2020-01-06T16:23:02","date_gmt":"2020-01-06T21:23:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=3446"},"modified":"2020-01-06T16:23:13","modified_gmt":"2020-01-06T21:23:13","slug":"2020-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/2020-2\/","title":{"rendered":"2020"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I often wonder why I don&#8217;t just walk away from this space. \u00a0There are so many things I&#8217;ve kissed goodbye in the name of motherhood. \u00a0There just isn&#8217;t time and space and discipline and enough brain cells to do it all. \u00a0But I can&#8217;t quite let go.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3449\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-1-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"467\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-1-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-1-768x512.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Maybe because even though it doesn&#8217;t translate through my fingers, the words still run through my head, begging for release. \u00a0Sometimes to help me process thoughts. \u00a0Sometimes simply to remember this life we live.<\/p>\n<p>And before that paragraph was even finished, Harrison cried. \u00a0An air bubble interrupted his nap and his little hands reached for me, the symbol of comfort. \u00a0We rocked back and forth as the sun set. \u00a0Two big baby burps erupted into the cozy air of the bedroom as his body lay snuggled between the blanket and my chest.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-3450\" src=\"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2-683x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/Jan-20-2.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And that is why there are half a dozen drafts in the folder. \u00a0Just like this one, I have no idea where they were going. \u00a0Paragraphs giving me vivid memories of the days they were written. 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