Taeloe

I still love my music, my sketchbook, and my bad attempts at guitar, though now I do it all while balancing this new heaviness in my body. It makes me feel grounded in a way, like I can’t just drift off into daydreams as easily anymore, even though I still try. Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming in class, tracing circles on my stomach without thinking about it, and then snapping back when someone asks if I’m paying attention. My friends tease me about being more protective of myself lately, but they don’t get that it’s not about fear, it’s about instinct. I can’t explain it, but it’s like my whole body has shifted into a new mode, and I’m just learning how to follow along. But everything is a little weirder with a baby on board.