Welcome to WanderWoven
What do you get when the eldest daughter is overwhelmed by her thoughts, over-touched by her family, over-qualified for her job and doesn’t even know who she is anymore? You feel rage, resentment, lost and misunderstood.
Nothing could have prepared you for not being where you are supposed to be at this point in life. You’re not the only one disappointed in you, darlin’. There’s no way your family doesn’t whisper about you as soon as you leave the room. Your sisters sure don’t want to end up like you. Grandma and Grandpa don’t even mention you to others because you have brown babies. You married a handsome, hard working, loyal man from a third world country and “look what mess you’ve gotten yourself into?” Let’s keep going, shall we?
You just turned 38 and you’re on your 43rd soul-sucking part-time job and don’t even have a living will setup. You don’t own a home, “you’re financially irresponsible” and your kids are the most disrespectful children your narcissistic mother has ever seen. For fuck sake, you have a design degree, a real estate license and a motherfucking CDL but you’re barely making $20 bucks an hour. Are we checking off some of these boxes together?
Hi, there. My name is Katie and I think we are going to be great friends. You are in good company and believe me, the world needs people like you and me. Wanderwoven was birthed out of frustration and longing to figure out who I am after marriage, motherhood and falling from golden-child status. Oh, and I just found out about a year ago that I’ve officially got raging ADHD so yeah, that’s been eye-opening and liberating. I bet ChatGPT needs therapy after I’ve reached my daily limit with her, LOL.
Wanderwoven houses all of my healing of generational trauma. You and I are part of an incredible mama movement of cycle breakers. It channels all of my creativity, passions and ideas into modern hobbies and healthy outlets for us when we need to re-ignite that inner flame. There’s still a little girl inside of us, her brown eyes full of wonder and her dreams boundless. She hasn’t let anyone down yet and society hasn’t placed expectations on her to be small, stay quiet and put others first. We are artists and visionaries, even when we cry alone in the parking lot at Target or drive past Tractor Supply 9 times this week and still forget to pick up chicken food and another leash for Lab-mutt back at the house.
I don’t have many friends outside of the women I meet through my kids’ school friendships and extracurricular activities. I haven’t found my tribe yet and I don’t think I’m being too picky. I’ll be damned if you catch me hangin’ with any stupid B who voted for this current SOB in the Oval Office. I don’t care if our kids are friends or if “you seem sweet”, I’m at a point in my life where your beliefs and actions directly threaten my family and we may have history together, but this is not something I am willing to look past because that’s all those women do is look the other way like the problem is going to sort itself out. Hah! You and I both need strong women in our respective lives, women who fight for others’ rights and love us through our highs and lows. Women who keep it honest and vibe spiritually. Wanderwoven is where I hope to manifest my very own community of baddies. I deserve to belong, and so do you.
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