There is something completely universal about birth; it touches us all. You don’t have to be a mother or even a woman to engage with it. All humans are drawn to it, time and again.The stakes are just so high; at any point the outcome can switch from one of joy to terrible sadness. Birth is inherently dramatic.
When I was 20 I went to a “psychedelic freak out party” on a rooftop in Allston. No one freaked out but things were pretty psychedelic.
Today is the first day of the term and I am having my bi-monthly freak out about not finding a job in a year, the political clashes in regards to midwifery in comparison to my own views, and the shit ton of student loan debt that I will be accumulating. Oh yeah, and I’m way to fucking deep to pull out now.
"You take a shit job for a year, do something you don’t like until you find something that you do."
Somehow these words comfort me. Honestly, they do.
“A Midwife Should Possess A Lady’s Hand, A Hawk’s Eye and A Lion’s Heart" -Aristotle
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
—Kurt Vonnegut (happy belated birthday)