Finally reached my due date, twisted dreams of skinny jeans and labour pains haunt my sleep :/
Baby is kicking, hubby to be is snoring, brain is on overdrive
Officially reached my due date and nothing too bad or dramatic has happened. I think this is what they call progress
I have realised now that there’s a lot of myself that requires adjustment and tuning, for the betterment of my heart and my future. I want to be less cynical and sceptical. I want to be inspiring, not depressing. I love the thought of being totally optimistic, but I think that without a little dash of gloom and sorrow every once in a while, we become lost in hope and fantasy, unable to absorb and truly understand life’s realities. SO here’s to finding the perfect balance.
I’m going to spend the next few weeks, in anticipation for the new year, trying to sort things out in my life. Who do I really need rather than who do I want to continue association with out of guilt? What are my priorities, not what others expect or want of me? Where do I draw the line for when enough is enough?
Some things changed, other things didn’t.
