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Hi, my name’s Lynn.

I’m a 32-year-old counseling student based in Seattle, a small-towner at heart, a Southerner living in the Pacific Northwest. I love animals, words, coffee, travel, tarot, astrology, and my partner, David.

To quote Leslie Feist, “I feel it all.” So I thought I’d write about it.

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this morning i saw a post on IG by a climber i follow, of his wife on a mountaintop. he wrote about what a hero she is—that despite having two small kids, living all together in a scamp, and being sleep deprived, she got up at sunrise, did yoga, then climbed a mountain. ... though i have no doubt she wanted to do and enjoyed these activities, i’m so over these kind of posts, and over this mentality in general (of which i am sometimes guilty). it is such a triumph in our country to run our bodies ragged, to gogogo dododo winwinwin, to push past the signs our physical selves send us that say: yo, i’m tired. i’m hungry. can we stop? moms in particular are susceptible to this nonsense—the more a mother can do, it seems, the better she is at mothering. i’d like to see this myth destroyed. ... in traditional chinese medicine, this powerful, active force is called yang energy. 🔥 the sensitive introverted piscean bb in me would like to see more respect given to yin energy 🌊—to the soothing, restful flow that comes with slowing down and self-care. here’s a great IG post: “yo, my partner was sleep deprived today, so she fuckin slept! what a boss!” ... this photo was taken by @tedious_dialogue on a road trip we took three or four years ago through california. after a week of traveling while being sick, we got to santa cruz and my body was like: homie, you have got to stop. so i did. i guess i’m mostly posting this to say: if your body is telling you the same thing, to whatever extent is possible, stop. no one cares how much you accomplished today. i promise. now breathe.

yesterday, for the first time since i moved to seattle, i found myself totally alone in nature. you’re never alone in the city, of course, but you’re often not alone in the mountains or by the water, either, ‘cause everyone else is there trying to get away too. this has been difficult for me. but yesterday i had an entire trail to myself, and an entire river, and as soon as i took this photo, i tore off my shoes and socks, waded out, and sat on a sunny rock in swiftly-moving water like a happy little lizard, all alone. 🦎

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