Kristi Pahr

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I feel like if I’d started earlier, had my first kid at 28 instead of 34, maybe I’d be a little less tired right now. Maybe I’d be a more fun mom if my knees didn’t sound like small arms fire every time I tried to run with my son. Maybe I’d be a better mom if I was younger. But I don’t think so. My kids? They’re awesome. And I’m the mom they have, so I must be doing something right, old or not.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

Life looks a lot different at 40 than it did at 25, and I have a whole new list of things to worry about. It's a very long list, and it makes me anxious on the best day, plain terrified on the worst day, and on a run-of-the-mill day, it just keeps reminding me that I'm clueless about what to think and what to do and how to be grown.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.