I don't know if I've ever mentioned it but I love Shakespeare. When The Daughter was born her room was my office... I worked from home like 10 hours a week. I used to nurse her and write code... she'd lay on the boppy pillow and that's what I did... and it was all good. There was such an even balance to life back then and I often wonder I got back to this corporate world. It's not like it just started, it's been here for awhile, but the time when I was most just me... relaxed and into my thing, was when I didnt' work full-time.

I realize that life isn't so innocent that money isn't an issue and therefore that sweet memory is just that.. a sweet memory. It's funny how sweet those can be... the sweet memories.

When The Daughter was ready for her own room, I painstakingly too months and painted faeires and The Sun and The Moon and stars... and the Shakespeare quote "A star danced and under that I was born." And so she was.

I did "real" things at work today. I can't say I'm not completely freaking out. I mean, it is what it is, I'm in control of the freak out... but I just am... and I don't mind saying out loud "Dude, I'm freaking out."

Sometimes I hear that my plainness (my "straight up" attitude), my inability to really "hide" my feelings... is difficult. I often stop and think that perhaps I should modify myself to be less straight up... but the reality is, when I feel something I just do... quite often it doesn't change. Sometimes it does... sometimes I get knocked off my feet with the inexplicable mistake of the core.

I always, however, find, that yoga helps one really listen to that answering machine...

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as improbable fiction.