Over at Create a Connection the swap for April was journals. I was delighted when my package arrived from Vicki on Friday. Beautifully wrapped, I was careful to open the package. Notice the moo card/rose tag and also the hand-made tag on the outside.
Inside the cool zebra wrapping, more treasures awaited. There was this card
inside this envelope
Here's the journal, pretty nice right?
Many of the inside pages are adorned as well and in the back of the book, there was a cool rectangular card and envelope. So many treats, I can't thank Vicki enough. Swaps are fun!
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Deb offered 5 questions and never one to pass up a good meme, I asked to play.
You've been told that you must leave the country and live abroad for exactly one year, but you have your choice of any other country in the world to live during that time. Where would you go for a year and why?
Immediately I thought I'd go live in Italy, because what would suck about that? But then practicality set in and I realized this is an opportunity so instead I'm choosing China. I'd go live in Bejing and I'd find myself a mentor to shadow for a year to learn acupuncture and Chinese herbal medicine. I'm dying to see the Great Wall and I'd also get to honor my dream of visiting Vietnam and Cambodia.
If you could briefly go back in time and give a bit of advice to your younger self, what age would 'you' visit and what would you tell this younger version of yourself?
This one is really hard to write. I feel ashamed to share here but since I always do so with honesty, here goes. I'd go back to visit my teen-aged self. The girl who gave herself physically, without much self respect or self love, because she was desperate for just that. The girl who ditched school and didn't try, punishing herself because she couldn't punish anyone else in a life that was clearly out of control. I'd tell myself that loving yourself is the only way you'll be able to love someone else. That sex doesn't equal love and that going to school and getting a good education is the way to freedom.
When I say the word 'exhilerating' what's the first thing you think of?
Experiencing the unknown.
A mysterious benefactor offers to give you a million after-tax dollars if you'll go out right this minute, with absolutely no further thought or planning and get a new tattoo. Would you do it, and if you so, what would you get and where?
Of course I'd get a new tattoo! I'm also embarrassed to admit this one, but I really love Angelina Jolie's global coordinates tattoo. I'd get the global coordinates of the Marais in Paris (that's where miss A was conceived). The tattoo would be sepia-colored ink, on my lower right leg, above the orange aries symbol, blue star and purple Chinese character.
What's something about being a mother that's completely different (for better or worse!) than you imagined it would be before you had miss A?
I had no clue that being the mama is all encompassing. I've got a great partner in M. He's a very hands-on Daddy and from the time our girl was 3 weeks old, I was back at school finishing my intern shifts in the clinic and he was daddy-on-duty every Saturday. Even to this day, I work most Saturday's and he's in charge without a word.
But at the end of the day, it's all about mama and that was very hard to get used to. As the mama I'm the one that stays home from work when A is sick. If M has something unexpected with work or travel, I make arrangements for a sitter, or I change my plans. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for this role, I wouldn't have it any other way, but it took some getting used to.
In all honesty, those first three months of A's life were really hard on me. If I'm going to be really, really honest, I'd have to admit that there were times I devised my exit plan. Because if I was going to have to be the one anyway, than why not do it 24/7. I planned on usin my 401k earnings as our escape money, to get us the hell out of there and I planned where we'd live and what I'd do for work. Those were some dark times friends. Post-partum depression does some fucked up things to your brain. Thankfully I never acted on those impulses and now my 401k earnings really are a nest egg.