Wrenching from one position to another.
She began to notice that whenever she started to drive back home after dropping the kids at school and then again when it was time to pick them up at the end of the day, a low hum of anxiety would momentarily rumble into life. The idea of heading back to her studio, to work, would suddenly seem overwhelming and impossible, like wise at the end of the day the thought of heading into the beautiful madness of post school felt like a mountain she wondered if she could climb. The feelings were fleeting and after a while she realized the actions themselves, the kids, the work, had nothing to do with her anxiety. It was the changing of who she was in the world that caused her the discomfort. The deep breath in as she took one hat off in exchange for another, the gears of who she was wrenching from one position to another. From mother to artist and back again.