sometimes i feel like a fraud.
i feel like a fraud when i’m running- my body laborous, lumberous, slow. i feel like a fraud at yoga- my body awkward, goofy, stiff. i feel it, hard, when i dig deep to find breath/grace/strength and still come out exploded and clumsy.
i feel like a fraud as a wife. i know that marriage should be more a verb than a noun but, participation is limited when life has so many needs and we are torn in different directions. .
sometimes i feel like a fraud as a mother. though i see my children thriving: healthy, strong, joyful (mostly), and expanding themselves in the environment that i provide, i still wonder
