The Old Me Is Dead, Long Live The Old Me
When last we spoke, I was attempting to disconnect and remain in the moment on a week-long trip without my kids (our first ever!) but with our closest friends, many of whom we haven’t seen since before the pandemic, before we left NYC and moved to LA.
So how did it go? Was I able to stay off my phone and stay present? Was I able to slip back into my old skin, and be pre-babies Laurel? Inhabit a little of the old me magic that comes from not having a child on your lap or needing to worry about being too hungover to pour a bowl of cereal at 6 AM?
Yes and no.
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