Can I be here with Brother and Dad please?
Cause at home there is another round of fever, paracetamol, temperatures, doctors appointments and cabin fever.
Silver lining: A feverish Little will sit still for almost 30 minutes if you bribe him with cheerios and baby-tv.
I've hinted to it a bit. My life change. And on Tuesday we sold the house. I've been on my own with the boys since October, just not ready to tell anyone other than those on a need to know basis.
But here I am. On my own. And dealing pretty well with it.
I bought a flat for me and the boys in January, and now the house is gone too. Gone. I have to admit I shed a few tears over that. But the tears were shed in the middle of exciting stuff at school. Music video making, friend making, new life making. One of my new friends told me to remember that this is a beginning. Not an end.
This is MY beginning. A rebirth of sorts. It really feels like one, and like my little frase up top sais. It's all about life, inspiration and journeys. And I'm in the middle of it. School has really been my catalyst, and I've been trying to channel all the pain into creative energy, and it looks like it has worked. Have quite a few projects going. A selfportrait series. A new blog. And catching up with all the stuff that I didn't do whilst combining selling the house and directing a music video at the same time.
I'll get there. I'm on my way. I'm here.
Today has been one of those Mondays. You know the ones. The ones where you feel that the day is eating you for dinner, and despite your best efforts, it just doesn't flow. At all.
But in the middle of this day. I managed to keep my cool.
I guess it's from the positive energy I load up on the kind of days in the pictures.
And I'm proud.
For being me.