Truffle

Being a parent has been a journey filled with all sorts of stuff. First off, I knew I did not want to be a teen parent as my grandmother and my own mother were. I wad absolutely terrified of that. When I met my now spouse, I knew I wanted to have a baby with him because he is awesome. We waited until we got our degrees and were more financially stable. We were so eager to meet the baby and wanted it to exist so much. When baby was born we were overjoyed and tired of course lol. I remember the baby days in kind of a fog, then kid turned to a toddler and so on. Being a witness to my kid existing and allow myself to be the kind of.mother I needed when growing up has been the highlight of my life. I absolutely love seeing kid learning New things, laugh together, talking about hard stuff etc. But mostly, knowing that I can always be kid's safe place and that I did not create my kid, we both have created each other along the way and we keep changing, but our love is always there burning bright.

For a while I had a side job correcting subtitles that had context mistakes. It was fun and some people would look me up to work for them if they needed something very specific, mostly independent movies and a couple of things for netflix. Now with AI that side gig is no more but the auto generated stuff is pretty terrible.

Fellow artist who sometimes gets impostor syndrome from time to time: I would love to see your work if you ever want to share.

Exercise. I mean I hate it but I crave it and I am not a skinny person by all means so it is something that I do for me and how it makes me feel.

I love spending time at mmy atelier be it working in my art, arranging my different art materials, chatting with other felllow artists who also have their spaces in the same antique buillding as me.♥️

Members of the emotionally immature parents club, unite! Thank you for your kind words it has been very painful but at the same time friends and other people have showed up for me in ways beyond what I could imagine. I am determined to end the cycle of hurt and take on emotional intelligence.

That I have to grieve a living mother. That I will never know how it feels like to have the warm embrace of a caring mom no matter how much I yearn for it. It has been sad but so liberating at the same time.

There are no lost causes, just struggles you don't face.

This is my logic too. I own my house but have been leasing a new car every year for over ten years now.

I was kind of skeptical at first but for now I think it works out for us.

I don't but I have a dear friend who named his cars with things like "Captain stingray" for a Blue chevrolet he had, "Annoyed mother" for his mom's van, "Stinky Pete" for his dad's Cadillac (he was a heavy smoker) He named my first car "lil' bit" since it was an old vw bug.

Now he drives an electric Mustang called "The beast". Oh! He also own a boat now named "Pretty Betty"

I see you have good taste.