The Moon Loves Me

Raise your hands – how many of you have sat at your desk, chin on hand, staring mindlessly into space instead of concentrating on that all-important report you’re supposed to write?  Come on, don’t lie – I can’t even see your hands.  Seriously, I’m sure we’re ALL guilty of daydreaming or otherwise mentally vacationing from our workplace or school or home responsibilities. This is probably healthy – if we didn’t take a mental break now and then, we’d be even crazier and more stressed than we already are. And by “we” I mean “me.”

The Adventure Begins

Becoming a parent is rather like skydiving: once you take the plunge, there’s no turning back. Not that I would know about the skydiving because there’s no way in hell I’d ever do that!  But, I can appreciate the similarity, the embarking on an adventure that is simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. And once you do that, nothing is ever the same – in a remarkable, amazing way.

Now, if you’d told me several years ago that I’d have a toddler today, I’d have thought you were totally insane. I had big dreams for myself – I was studying to become a lawyer. I had just met my partner and envisioned that our life after law school would be filled with satisfying work, amazing vacations, and the freedom to do whatever we wanted to do. I didn’t know then that a grander plan was in store for me.