Wild Beast Slaughterhouse

After I got pregnant I was balanced and elated for several months. Then the anxiety kicked in.

I had many wild beasts chasing me inside my mind. I remembered about the sleepless nights and hassle of traveling with a plastic entourage of necessary items from Babies R Us. I felt reeeaallllly old. I wasn't sure if I could mother a boy since seven thousand people have told me how boys light things on fire, break stuff, make messes, live at the ER, play with themselves, eat you out of house and home, whack stationary objects with swords or sticks, and pee all over creation. I was super concerned that I might never do a creative thing again seeing as my art arsenal is packed up in the hall closet and I'm going to nurse for the rest of my life. Like I said, wild beasts running amuck everywhere.

Then I read in the Book of Mormon about Nephi and how he slayed wild beasts after he went up into the mountain. Mountains were temples and places to be closer to God in ancient times. Lucky me: I live three miles from a temple. I decided to go as often as possible to see if it would help kill the beasts in my head. It did.

I have had to go weekly to stay ahead of the stampede and cause the numbers to dwindle. But they are dying and that is all that matters.