First day of freedom

Had mixed feelings about this one.

On one hand, for the first time in a loong while, I HAD time on my hands. Like lots of it. And I get to determine for myself, what I really wanted to do for the day. Haven't felt like that since my uni days, and it felt quite good really. Did stuff that I needed/wanted to do but haven't had time for - Got a haircut, met preggie B for Pepper Lunch (my craving for weeks) and a spot of shopping (it is the GREAT Singapore Sale *haha*), and got myself a new digital camera. (It was then I realized that preggie B is actually rather gifted in bargaining and in the purchase of cameras) We even had time to stop by for gelato (that was on preggie B's agenda) and paid a visit to Mdm Nazi's new office in Raffles City. Yes, U can hear a pin drop in that room.... its true.... =P

Enjoyed the lack of a rush, which is what my average Singaporean working life's felt like at least for the last 2 years. Rather than panting through my daily life, it felt like I could breathe for the first time. Preggie B and I had time to just hang out and to laugh and talk about the things in our lives - friends who've moved on, family, preparing for the baby, preparing husband for the baby, my Boy's sense of humour, and concerns that's weighed on our hearts.

Yet, having said that, I do also miss a bit (just a bit) of that busy-ness - the sense of purpose, the driveness, the adrenalin rush to complete a project - a part of me does relish in that.

I suppose this is probably part of that process for me. Putting an end to that crazy breathless life I led for the last 2 years, stopping to assess where I am currently, making adjustments to my life to put things back in perspective, before stepping back into that crazy world again, but better paced, stronger and surer within. Safe in a crazy world.... interesting concept.... =)

Just started listening to Corinne May - she's fantastic!