Can you believe it? Wee One is four years old.
For the past four years and nine months, I have been anxious and worried and freaking out about how I would handle having a baby and then a toddler. All that talk about terrible twos and the threenager threat. I was so worried about being a good mother to her during that time.
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I used to have a recipe box of index cards filled with quotes I liked. I’m having tremembering them now, but there are a couple I can think of.
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My third trimester approacheth, and with it, morning sickness. It sucks, yet in the midst of that suckage, there is an opportunity for meditation and awe. (This won’t be too gross, I promise.)
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Instead of asking myself what advice I wish someone had given me one, two, five or 10 years ago, as today’s prompt suggests, I am going to speculate about what I’ll look back on in one, two, five or 10 years and wish I had gotten.
Leave the job. To be fair, I get that one now, and have gotten it for a while now. Thanks, mom.
It’s okay to work another job that’s not “higher up” on a career ladder. Is it getting you closer to what you what to do? Then okay. Actually, I don’t know if this is true. And, unfortunately, I won’t know until after I do it and fuck up. I hate those kinds of lessons.
Write. You want to write. Don’t deny it, Sahara. Do it. Write. Here is it, 10 years later, and you still want to write. Look back on 10 years of stories and novels. Do it.
Good tips here
A Coffee Enema – Different things work for different people. As a marathoner, I appreciate the analogy given here.
My Advice if you are starting out – Success comes after a lot of not success. Do it. Have that “not success.” And if you say it right, “success” sounds like “sexy us.”