8.2.12

{Over} Inspired

Do you ever have those days when you think, "Wow. I have so many ideas, I don't even know where to start?" I do. I am. So I'm not. I'm taking a break from thinking too much. Instead I am just sitting in front of the computer and taking in all the AMAZING that is out there and wondering if I'll ever be that creative, if I'll ever develop that skill or find that talent or find something I'm at least marginally interested in/excited about doing and then be good enough at it that people will actually PAY me to do it. 

And now a little person is kicking me in the gut, reminding me of their presence. As if I need reminding. S/he is getting bigger everyday. (Two things: One - I'm still not convinced the baby is a "she". When the sonographer says she "...thinks it's a girl. Not God's gospel truth, but probably..." I tend to take that with a grain of salt. Two - I'm stinkin' huge. Seriously. I feel like my tummy's tripled in size in the last three weeks.) I give my ever expanding belly a rub. It feels like a basketball - almost perfectly round - and I've taken to calling it that. "The basketball and I are going to take a shower." "I'm taking the basketball to bed." 

Today I've pinned a Luckenbooth brooch to my sweater to help keep it closed. It's a folk piece given in Scotland (and in Norway, where it's called solje) as a love token for an engagement or wedding. Later a nursing mother would wear it as a charm to help her milk flow. It would also be pinned to a baby's shawl to ward off the "evil eye." I knew about the love token part. I didn't know about the baby part. Or if I did, I'd forgotten. It's kind of nice that it's pinned to my belly today. Folk traditions make me smile. 

So that's where I'm at today. Overwhelmed with inspiration. Excited and exhausted. I think I will go make myself a cup of tea and eat a cookie that I probably shouldn't eat and think about where and how to begin tomorrow. 

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    1. Thanks! I wish that there was some romantic, interesting story to go with it, like The Boy saw it in a shop on Royal Mile on one of our visits to Edinburgh, but alas! It was given to me by a Scots loving friend.

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  2. I appreciate how incredibly honest your posts are. I am also married to a lawyer and know how hard that can be when they are working long hours. I can only imagine being in another country with a toddler and another on the way. Hang in there. You've already proven you are brave and strong and you will find the path you are looking for.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Jamie! The encouragement is greatly appreciated!

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  3. I need some of that inspiration!
    (and possible a cookie too)
    :-)

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