It was fun telling the writing group. I told them by introducing the new blog and showing them one of the first pictures that I would post. Nic figured it out first and then they all jumped up and gave me hugs. God I love them.
We wrote a bit that day, so I jotted down my first thoughts. The prompt to get us writing was “write about a dream you have”:
“I have worries – is that the same? Worries that I’ll never contribute to the world. That I’ll get sucked into the minutia of mommy land and never have time again. But I suppose that worries are based on dreams at their core -so if I turn it around, my dreams are that this pregnancy focuses things and allows me to finally produce something (creatively). I’ve gotten so used to this huge list in my head of all the things I want to do -the book, the business, the conference, the comedy, the zen, the washing feet volunteering thing… and all the time in the world to do it. Now I look down the tunnel of time and see 3 months of freedom left. Three months, I might add, without coffee, calimari or soft cheese -so I don’t know what kind of a freedom that is. So I see that I need to pare down my list. Choose just one thing I want to accomplish. Just one. Is it the book? Or will the business take it all? Comedy most certainly is out -unless I come up with a hilarious pregnant woman routine… See?! I keep these ideas open in my head and it must stop! And how am I not going to work? I picture hours alone in the flat with no one to talk with -just a tiny little pooping/feeding machine. My friends off drinking champagne (mmmm champagne) and forgetting to sms. I’ll be a different marketing category after all -DINK no more. Mommy’s group, says Charles. Am I the only one that think that sounds scary? Nothing in common except the fact we all had sex in May?”