On Sunday, I officially entered the third trimester. Apparently, the first trimester is hard (sickness, weirdness, body changing, mind adjusting, getting your head around hospital appointments and nobody telling you what it’s all about and all the things you need to find or buy), the second trimester is easy, and then… the third trimester is hard again (back pain, lots of discomfort, wanting it to be over, pain and more pain). So, yay! I’ve got that to look forward to.
I went to Burning Man last year. There are so many things I could say about it. The hardcore preparation work you have to do (we were in a team of about 20 people, with one quite experienced leader, and we were all assigned tasks beforehand and afterwards – like buying enough water for everyone!). Eight days with no internet, no screens, no shops, no money being used. A city that is built almost overnight, housing 60,000 people in a semi-circle, then it disappears completely again – only the pure desert is left. How most camps have a theme, like Barbie Death Camp, where hundreds of Barbie dolls were posed in different situations where they were going to their death. How the other half of the circle has enormous artworks placed randomly, and you stumble across them while riding around the sand, on bikes…
It’s kind of amazing to have a lifestyle where sometimes there is paid work, and sometimes there are free days. When I was starting out trying to get freelance work, I had too many free days and I lost perspective of how fantastic they are. Then I had 3 months of paid work, almost non-stop, and when that came to an end, the contrast of free days was bright and powerful again. During those 3 months, I didn’t have the time, energy or right frame of mind to nurture myself in simple ways, with simple routines.
Some random things I’ve been enjoying:
I had such good intentions with my 2014 resolution, Craft. Working on a skill, working on a craft. In early February, everything was going fine. Then… pregnancy and my world goes upside-down. And I had to find my feet as a freelancer. Skip forward half a year to July, and… hopeless. I haven’t stuck to anything! I’ve been running amok!
Something happened when I eventually found a healthy, reciprocal, loving relationship with an emotionally mature and respectful person. Firstly, I had to grow up. I couldn’t throw temper tantrums anymore. You know, when you get all passive-aggressive, or sooky, or start sub-tweeting? That. And… I began feeling more centered and stable. I felt supported and like I was empowered to do (or find out) what I really wanted/loved. I felt more loving.