I’m back and it feels wonderful. I must admit I had reservations about returning to WILD — my first-born baby — after having an actual baby (wow birth, what a trip that is). Hesitations swirled in my mind along the lines of … I’m a mum now, am I still wild? I haven’t showered today. I don’t think I’ve eaten lunch. I’d like some sleep. Some time to myself. Where are my words? Where are my keys? What do I even know about anything anymore? I’m nailing this. I’m failing this. Help. Don’t help.
Guess what? Those prickly self-doubt narratives? Those all-consuming sticky feelings? Gone … is
