Yeah. We could all benefit from those 1940s bars being lowered way down. At least low enough to reach the martinis. (And even with those, I have to wonder how my grandfather even functioned on a three-martini lunch.) By your description, you’re handling it better than I did and I have one of those life partners to Jack and Rose with in the cold Atlantic. You know this but let me echo: there’s no right way.
I am right there with ya, girl. It's been super tough lately and when I do one of the many, many tough things on my plate, I look around and realize I have to make my own fucking martini. FUCK. It's nice to know I'm not alone, we're not alone. Oh, and Happy Fucking Easter.
This was a tough one to read. Mostly because you represent SO many of my friends who are similarly stationed in life. And yes: gratitude. Always. But it must be exhausting, and yes, lonely.
Nothing really to add except to pile onto what others have already stated so well. (You really do attract some fucking great people!)
Also, this: Amber, you are building a beautiful piece of the future of humanity in the next room. I love that she is in capable hands.
I don't often comment, but I feel (most) of your struggles to my bones — probably because many of them I can personally relate to. No two people are alike, of course, but there are parallels we share. I don't think I'm nearly as strong as you, Amber. You are one of the strongest women I "know"! I also know, though, that those words often ring hollow to those of us who distrust our own thoughts and emotions (for good reason—they often lie to us). But I mean it! *hugs*
It's been a tough several months for many of us. It seems like we're all going through some shit, but what I'm really surprised (and pleasantly glad) to see is that we're many of us are showing up for each other despite having our own shit to navigate.
This resonated, although I am not solo-adulting. It's still fucking hard. The martinis (or wine) flows frequently. And thank you for sharing - the more we share our struggles, the easier we can share the burden. Sending <3
I curl into a fetal ball over finances. I never get over the past.
I love your writing.
Yeah. We could all benefit from those 1940s bars being lowered way down. At least low enough to reach the martinis. (And even with those, I have to wonder how my grandfather even functioned on a three-martini lunch.) By your description, you’re handling it better than I did and I have one of those life partners to Jack and Rose with in the cold Atlantic. You know this but let me echo: there’s no right way.
I see you. I hear you. I'm proud of you.
Loved this Amber. You're brilliant with words! Stay well and stay safe.
You’re BAAAAAACCCCKKK! 🥳🥳❤️❤️And can relate to the 🥺🥺$
I am right there with ya, girl. It's been super tough lately and when I do one of the many, many tough things on my plate, I look around and realize I have to make my own fucking martini. FUCK. It's nice to know I'm not alone, we're not alone. Oh, and Happy Fucking Easter.
Ah my dear, how this resonates. I can't match in every instance but I'm running right behind you.
And I am older than you are. ;)
Sending lots of love.
This was a tough one to read. Mostly because you represent SO many of my friends who are similarly stationed in life. And yes: gratitude. Always. But it must be exhausting, and yes, lonely.
Nothing really to add except to pile onto what others have already stated so well. (You really do attract some fucking great people!)
Also, this: Amber, you are building a beautiful piece of the future of humanity in the next room. I love that she is in capable hands.
I don't often comment, but I feel (most) of your struggles to my bones — probably because many of them I can personally relate to. No two people are alike, of course, but there are parallels we share. I don't think I'm nearly as strong as you, Amber. You are one of the strongest women I "know"! I also know, though, that those words often ring hollow to those of us who distrust our own thoughts and emotions (for good reason—they often lie to us). But I mean it! *hugs*
EffinBirds FTW! And we're all reduced to ashes by digging in on finances/taxes. Says the old lady who just filed her own returns at noon today 😱🤬🤣
I hear you.
It's been a tough several months for many of us. It seems like we're all going through some shit, but what I'm really surprised (and pleasantly glad) to see is that we're many of us are showing up for each other despite having our own shit to navigate.
Hang in there. You're doing great!
This resonated, although I am not solo-adulting. It's still fucking hard. The martinis (or wine) flows frequently. And thank you for sharing - the more we share our struggles, the easier we can share the burden. Sending <3
If it hits 12:30 and I don’t have my Effin’ Birds, I get cranky.
Just so you realize how much Grace I extend you when the writer isn’t writing. 😇
Love this…and living it too!! Hard AF!