We hold names sacred in the infertility community. They are our little secret smirks at fate. They symbolize the victory we’re hoping for. They are precursors to rainbows. A horizon we can barely see, but one we are trying desperately to get a view of.
I’m quiet because I feel like right now, I am serving BEST via social media. By cheering you on. By giving you encouragement. By listening and posting YOUR thoughts. By working behind the scenes.
So for now, that’s where I’ll be.
What have I been up to? Where have I been? Catching up with The Broken Brown Egg.
Finding a creative way to “do thoughtful things for others”, was/is hard. When you’re feeling least like yourself and uncomfortable in your skin, it is actually the least of your concerns. I understand. Though, if we’re being honest I gotta tell you, it helps.
The idea of being told to take comfort, when clearly all the alarms are ringing, feels like insanity.
But then I started to really focus on the words.
TAKE comfort.
You can do everything right, and still end up with less than you hoped for.
But who’s to say that isn’t perfectly alright?
