I used to pretend that unicorns were fighting a battle between good and evil in the upstairs of my home. I was one of those girls who mixed various leaves, flowers, and stones with puddle water into some very questionable potions. I also wrote very bad poetry full of teenage angst. (Who didn’t, right?) 

Not much has changed since those days, except I am now a mother to two wild creatures (and two actual creatures), my poetry has gotten quite a bit better (I’m not sure if it’s good. But it is definitely better 😆) and my potions are much less questionable…mostly.

As far as I can tell, the war between the good and the evil unicorns wages on.

It’s not easy being a multipassionate perfectionist. Throw in ADHD and motherhood, and it can feel a bit impossible - always so full of ideas, but struggling to even begin. I’m sure I’m not alone. 

However imperfect or weird - this is how we begin. 

It’s sure to be interesting…