It has taken me 6 months to write! Why?
I guess I have been busy, with work, with growing my enormous belly, with pelvic pain, with pregnancy yoga, with holidays to Tenerife, with my Mum’s visit, with my last exam to get yet another degree (‘never stop learning’), with my broken car that smelled burnt oil inside which freaked me out completely (‘I am going to asphyxiate as is my unborn child!’). We’re both fine by the way.
My due date is this Sunday, so really close and I genuinely think my skin cannot stretch anymore because if it was it would tear, aaa!
My plan was to write to my child upfront on this very forum and to introduce the child into the worlds’ matters and the ‘life on earth’.
But then…a few genius musicians passed away, including the third of my childhood heroes Prince (after Michael J. and Whitney H.) who got found dead in his mansion’s lift; some crazy people shot other people frantically almost every day; some crazy politicians used the desperate refugees from distant countries to antagonize those of us (still us-humans) who got too comfortable with safety (!) and possessions; some allegedly desperate refugees proved to be super stupid and too horny to keep the zip up which pissed out (rightly so) a lot of ‘on-the-fencers’ when it comes to the refugee crisis. Donald Trump rose to the position of a major arrogant bully in the world; Polish far right government managed to pull the Poles out on the streets for the first time in decades and managed to fall into serious financial troubles in just 6 months after gaining the parliamentary majority; the Queen turned 90 in rain and the UK suddenly realised it needs its sovereignty back from Brussels (?) and holds the Brexit referendum today and so on and so on…
The world got so divided, so antagonized, so miserable, so violent and I have not even mentioned the Zika virus!
I have had no desire to write about anything. I just felt sorry for the world, for myself, for the fact that my childhood, my innocence is gone forever and the world is turning into a horrible place.
How ironic it is to bring a child into this world just now. There seem to be no hope, the recent events seem to lead to another global unrest, another world war.
We had two weeks of summer two weeks ago in Scotland and it was lovely. I went to the beach a few times, no not to swim, we are still in the North after all, but to walk on the silky sand; Poland made it to the kick-off stages of Euro2016 and my car is now fixed.
So maybe, maybe there is hope.
I wish you all as always a very good day and if you don’t hear from me for the next 6 months I will be busy breastfeeding 🙂