"I could only describe the year preceding this day to be “frantumaglia”, a “jumble of fragments.” I had become a woman scattered. Peace wasn’t held, exhaustion ran rampant, and solace, a rare luxury."
Words that radiate inside my body, from the top of my head to my toes. I FEEL these words in my inner being, Rebecca. I was just talking to my mom about what I used to look like in pictures versus what I look like now in them, as an adult. Seeing in early 2003 photographs the carefree, peaceful young girl I was, comparing her with the exhausted burnt-out human I am today. "Frantumaglia" is the word for Gen Z, I think.
Wow. Truly beautiful, thank you!
Thank YOU, Kathryn! (:
Maine has been stirring my heart lately. I’ve never been, but I’m curious what might happen if I were to follow this impulse.
Likewise! I probably bring it up to my Mom weekly
"I could only describe the year preceding this day to be “frantumaglia”, a “jumble of fragments.” I had become a woman scattered. Peace wasn’t held, exhaustion ran rampant, and solace, a rare luxury."
Words that radiate inside my body, from the top of my head to my toes. I FEEL these words in my inner being, Rebecca. I was just talking to my mom about what I used to look like in pictures versus what I look like now in them, as an adult. Seeing in early 2003 photographs the carefree, peaceful young girl I was, comparing her with the exhausted burnt-out human I am today. "Frantumaglia" is the word for Gen Z, I think.