The stage of which I am in currently feels daunting in a way but also empowering. I have had weird realizations that I eventually want to be a mother. Maybe those are not weird realizations, and more or less desires. I’m not sure why these thoughts have come so full force within these past few months. Maybe because the majority of my friends are with children. Or the fact that I selfishly want to relive being a kid through my offspring. I know what it takes to be a a bad ass mother. I’m fully capable. The world just seems to be so scary that it throws me off of…