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Nothing wrong with being scattered - it's a beautiful thing!

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Time is a feeling. I love the feeling of luxuriating in your reflections, taking my time to savor your prose. ❤️

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“In what world is sustaining another human life the same as getting nothing done?” So much this. Another exquisite essay, Finn. So grateful for your writing 💚

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YES, what a brilliant line!

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I wanted this writing and this wisdom 30 years ago struggling as a new parent and now here it is...I send it back to myself with gratitude for all that you bring through

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What a thoughtful and resonant piece! I've been thinking a lot about capitalism and the linearity of time and this hits strongly. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

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This resonates deeply, as I have now nursed my baby for a year, and nursing a toddler looks different than it did in the beginning. I've also been finding that my sense of time looking forwards or backwards feels different. Looking forwards, there are so many things do to- work to get done, dishes to wash, floors to clean. Looking backwards, that all pales compared to the memories of nursing a baby whose body used to curl to fit around mine.

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Beautifully said! Do you write about your experience? I see a Google link in your profile, but I wasn’t able to open it.

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I haven't written about this sense of time yet, no. But I have written about my experiences being transmasc and pregnant and now nursing. Although my writing is less eloquent than Finn's and written more as sharing an experience for other transmasc folks, as opposed to the reflection on life that shines through in Finn's work.

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Where can I read your work? Would you mind sharing a link?

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Of course! thepregnantpapa.wordpress.com

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Thank you, I look forward to checking it out!

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Thank you for another thoughtful and beautifully crafted essay, Finn! I haven’t written in weeks because I’ve been waiting for that elusive big chunk of time, energy, and inspiration, so I’m impressed that you’re able to write so cohesively with little sleep and brief moments to spare. It makes my excuses feel kind of lame.

There are so many nuggets in here, but the quote from your friend will stay with me: “Whenever I’m upset, I think about rocks.” So true! Our lives and problems are so insignificant in the span of geologic time. It really puts everything into perspective.

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Wonderful reflections. I thought of Clarissa Pinkola Estes talking about the psyche/imagination. She said people are often afraid to start writing because they fear they only have one good idea - but 'the imagination doesn't work like that' ... once it gets going it produces millions of seeds like plants do, way too many ideas. I could just see your scattered thoughts of the present, with you deciding not to gather up (to make into the new narrative), as many seeds, some of which will crystallise in future into fuller insights, right when you want them. That said, this piece is already a great gathering of your thoughts isn't it :)

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