Just do it.

I was lactose intolerant when I was younger, well into my 20s (sexy!), and I remember sometimes people would say things to me like, “I don’t know how you do it, I would die without cheese.” And I’d just look at them like….you just don’t eat it…. Like, what kind of a statement is that, you would DIE without dairy? I couldn’t eat it, so I….just didn’t.

And then the same with kids. When I had Ellis and wasn’t sleeping much (at all), childless friends would say, “I could never do that, I don’t know how you handle it.” And again…when you have to do a thing, you just…do it? You kind of don’t have a choice, so…it happens? And you do it? And it’s fine?

But I do it too—often to myself. There have been so many times where I look on the horizon and see big ugly scary things looming and I don’t know how I’ll do it, but then…you just do. It just happens, it’s ok, and you surprise yourself with what you’re capable of when you don’t have a choice.

Before I had Ellis I didn’t know how I could love some…