Writer’s Block

Might it be conceited of me to call this barren period a “writer’s block”, when all that I am is just another faceless presence in cyberspace who thinks that she has something interesting to say?

Oh god, I think estrogen has wrecked havoc with my grey matter. It’s been about 6 months post-partum; I can fit into “slim-cut” jeans (”skinny” remains a delusion) again, but I’m finding it a struggle to put my thoughts into words. Hence the absence of new posts for the entire month of January and the first half of February!

The transition from full-time mother to full-time mother cum co-breadwinner - tell me, which mother isn’t a full-time one? - has been surprisingly free of tears and anxiety. Allison is in the good hands of her paternal grandparents, giving me little reason to worry about her well-being while I’m doing battle at work.

Ah work…I’ve missed it. Really. Sure enough, I’d never be important enough in my professional circle the way I am in my daughter’s eyes, but this is something I have to do for myself. Reach a little higher, push myself a little harder. It’s wonderful being in the company of intellects, for in their company you find yourself going the only way you’re supposed to - UP.

But apparently that’s still not enough to recover my “fibrate form”. Maybe all the merry making in the next few days will shake them brain cells out of hibernation.

Gotta go break open my bottle of Kahlua. Have a roaring Chinese New Year!