I miss writing on a regular schedule more than I imagined I might. It kinda sorta really bums me out that I am not documenting things as well as I did a couple years ago. Too much happens in the short period of a week or a month. I don't want to forget.
That is one problem with forty-one. You forget things more. I abhor that. I even stopped drinking diet-pop to help fix my head. Thing is, there is no fixing forty-one. Forty-one cannot hold as much information as twenty-one or thirty-one. Enjoy it while it lasts, kids.
Once I am officially finished with the (academics) midwifery stuff, I feel like my ability and time to write will increase. Earlier today I re-read the comments on an old post I wrote about starting midwifery schooling. It made me smile to see all the "go for it" and "do it" commentary from 2011.
Back then, I found most midwifery stuff to be uber weird and crunchy and even bizarre. I figured I could be the one-and-only not weird midwife. Today, I am trying to talk Paige into encapsulating her placenta. If you can't beat 'em, be a freak too. That's how the old saying goes, right? (forty-one)
I have so much to say about mid/weird wives, but on another day. I test in early August. If I pass, I get the credentials I've been working for and life as usual continues. If I don't pass, you can come peel me off the floor of the Florida testing site and try to convince me that life is still worth living.
Until then, please feel free to ask what you are curious about (in comments) for ideas for future posts - and if time allows, go to A Life Overseas to read the July post.
Thank-you, friends.
Photo: Phoebe March 2014
