Awombness: Bread and Butter. Today is a good day. I’m making my own bread. Haven’t done this in ages. There’s something wholesome about it. Mothering. Transformative too. It’s been one helluva journey. And I am grateful to the process.
If you had to tell me five years ago that I’d be baking bread for my family (as a treat), I wouldn’t have believed you. That was too domesticated for my liking, back then. Now I laugh at my naivety. This is utopia.
I’m not so much of a push-over anymore. Now, I claim my space and expand my territory. If you don’t like it, lump it. It’s very liberating. Knowing your own worth and not being afraid to take what’s yours! Awombness
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