Reflecting and sniffling
I have a 9 month old. He has been here for the same amount of time I cooked him in my belly for. Wow. I literally have no idea what has happened to the last 9 months, but they have gone somewhere and now the date of going back to work looms over me like a dark cloud. It is not that I didn't like my job or work place, far from it I have always rather enjoyed them both especially in comparison to some of my other jobs. No it's not that. I am truly heartbroken that I have to leave my baby for three days every week. I never knew what it was that I wanted to do, I remember wondering how girls I was at school with could be so 100% sure and focused in what they wanted to do in life! They had some inner voice which told them their purpose, their calling in life. I never really experience that, I had things I was good at and ideas of ventures and projects I might begin, jobs I was good at and jobs I am still good at but I never had a calling as such until now. I feel like finally