When I first heard about the #ThisIsMe online awareness campaign for #BFRBweek, I was a little hesitant. It was developed by the Trichotillomania Learning Center (TLC) Millenial Campaign with the purpose of showing the many faces of BFRBs, people of different races, genders, socio-economic statuses, locations, etc. The campaign asks people to make a video talking about themselves and their BFRB (so millennial, which I’m not… Generation X all the way, baby!). I’m not a video person… photograph maybe… blog more likely. So I decided to go with the latter, more old school, text heavy response.
Tomorrow my daughter turns three months old. Some experts call the first three months of an infant’s life the “fourth trimester.” After making her way from the comfort of my uterus, having floated around in the soft amniotic fluid, listening to the constant swoosh of my heartbeat, and getting used to the rhythmic rocking of my body walking for nine months, she made her way into some bright, loud, wide open, unknown world. Every single thing is new. It has been my responsibility, as her mother, to help her transition into this new space. I’ve learned a lot during this “fourth trimester.”
“Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint” is Bolz-Weber’s recently released memoir about how she went from being a cursing, tattooed, alcoholic stand up comedian who rebelled from her conservative upbringing, to a cursing, tattooed, sober Lutheran (ELCA) pastor who now leads a welcoming congregation in Denver that straddles the line of orthodox and relevant.