me forgive me. (Patreon)

hello my loves. 

so...i came back from my four-month sojourn-with-a-baby to cuba and australian and new zealand and bali and dubai and greek refugee camps and paris and i expected to land and hit the ground running and immediately be a fucking super hero and write a pulitzer-worthy piece of writing and also simultaneously deal with my domestic issues and my laundry and my childcare issues and my deep catch up and my business issues and getting the kid time to see my parents and catch up on my fucking email and i'm like 

amanda 

seriously. 

stop. 

i've literally been driving and walking and baby-strollering from place to place in the last week stressing my shit out because i haven't yet been able to write my heartfelt blog about my experience in lesvos and i'm paranoid that i'm never write it the way i never wrote a blog about touring in tel aviv and palestine because i never made the time and also didn't have the balls to write something that would be the wrong thing and possibly get yelled at 

and my list of things to do is longer than me

and the baby threw up his breakfast in the car

and i love

love

love 

you

and this life

and this is all a roundabout way of saying

the blog about lesvos isn't coming out tomorrow 

and also 

that's fine. 

i don't need to ask you for forgiveness. i didn't promise anything. i promised me something. i wanted my blog about lesvos out by now. it didn't happen. this is more a case of me forgive me. 

i didn't start this patreon to make me stressed and miserable. i started it to help me and help things and make things. 

the minute it starts causing me pain and stress and fear it's time to go WHOA jesus slow down palmer.

so yeah. 

i love you

i said that. 

goodnight. 

i forgive you. 

you forgive me. 

me forgive me. 

you forgive you. 

and we are all good. 

xxx

a