Before I had my children I wanted to become a doctor but after being pregnant at 17 I decided it wasn't in my future any more and it took me a few years to come to terms with that an accept it. I no longer feel bitter about having to let the dream go, and it took a while as I'd wanted to be a doctor (and eventually a forensic pathologist) since I was 12 years old!
So, I blundered into business thinking that it'd be an okay thing to do. I like managing people and the process of delivering excellent service to people however, I've found I just wasn't passionate about it (it being the financial world). Not nearly as passionate as I was about medicine anyway. But now I have a dream and a vision for my future that is well attainable, I think, and I think with a lot of hard work I'll get to where I want to be.
Now I am finally at peace with the world and I am well looking forward to a little break I plan on taking from study next semester.
Sometimes I wonder what it might have been like if I didn't have my boy and DID become a doctor. I suspect I'd have decided not to have children as it would have interfered with my career. Crazy, I would have missed out on so much. Poor doctor me, wealthy but no-one to share it with.
Anyway, that's not why you're here. You're here for photos. And if you're smart you'd have skipped all that up there for the pictures. A couple of things have happened since the last post. We have moved house (just down the road), my girl turned 1, I turned 22, summer ended, the clocks went back an hour, we went on our one and only trip to the beach. Fun stuff. Let's watch!
|There was a kite flying event the day we just happen to *breeze* into the beach|
(heh, heh, get it? I'm sorry). Anyway, this is, if you are an exceptional squinter,
a rather colourful pirate ship.
|Apparently our boy was brave enough, though. I guess he's going off to hunt|
some seagulls with his stick there.
|She suits the wind-swept look, don't you think?|
|Got her present opening face on. Bring on those toys. They shall not know|
a greater unwrapping than this!
|Daddy prepping her for her big day. It's like she has a valet. Lucky for some...|
Also, she should consider a lady's maid as a valet isn't really for women. At all.
|She loved the noisy part of this toy. She still does. I'm tempted to hide that|
part of it often except it doesn't come off!
|Having a tour around the back yard (safety assurance: we were RIGHT THERE|
the whole time and close enough to catch her if she fell. We aren't idiots...when