Not me, not my kid....Yes, it's my life. Here I am one year later, sorta tired sometimes....but the bad stress is gone....my late night panic attacks are about my art/craft desires not if I shut off my FIA. Thank goodness.NO (emphatically), I don't miss the rat race one bit.
Especially not on an exceptionally lovely March day that I spent with my kids at the park. They got totally coated in nasty water and sand. Luckily, I had candy cane striped PJs for the oldest one to slip on to his knobby, colty legs. I can't believe how much can change in a year.
What a beautiful life!
JMB
(again picture from postsecret.blogspot.com)
PS
I talked to a wonderful woman at United the other day and she let me get a ticket.....I am so gonna love it!!!! Watch out you Swedes!
