I remember graduating from college eight years ago and feeling pretty confident that even if I couldn't get a job in my field, I'd probably be able to get a "desk job," whatever that meant to me then. It was hard to be a small fish in a big pond again, after feeling I knew my way in and out of UC Davis. I had a severe "quarter life crisis," but my out-of-college-twenties are a precious time to me. I was broke, questioning my beliefs and how I would apply them to a career, and meeting a new world of amazing people, possibly, the most genuine people I have ever met and will meet in my whole life. I was also heartbroken in the world of love and never felt more alone, but never felt more free.
There are two months until I become a mother, Godwilling, for the rest of my life. I have this strong sense that I don't know how precious this time will be and don't appreciate the freedom I have now, except for this morning. Waking up later than my weekday 4am, lying in bed with my husband, I relished in the quiet and the freedom of the morning. I could do whatever I wanted. I know those mornings will be few if not nil soon. What did I choose to do with my freedom?
I cleaned the house. What? I'm nesting.
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Thanks for sharing :)
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