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So the (only) slide I had in my coaching session had 3 bubbles where one needs to reach balance - personal fitness, job fitness and career fitness. The coach says women tend to focus on job fitness - focus on getting the job done, try to spend time with family - mostly insufficient for personal fitness, and not really focus on career fitness. I see why but the one that I find might need to be multiple bubbles is personal fitness - I think she kind of panicked when I told her that my personal fitness included at least 2 hours per day of charity work and that i was looking into one hour on saturday mornings to go to the gym amd try to be (more) fit in the real sense of the word. She was relieved to find out I function relatively ok without sleep but I do wondered what she would think about Law 4 All, my obsession with setting up something and my inner desire to write a book. At least she agrees women can't have it all. I agree that people can't have it all in general. My life was...

I am now learning how to get back to work after C. As in, someone is trying to teach me how. Really. There is coaching on this. And it seems like I need it. Even E rolled her eyes when I told her. Yes, really. It must be because women are not good at it. My first question to the coach was whether managers got coaching too. Apparently there is coaching for that too. A friend of mine is about to return to work after a year and her boss went and got training as she was the first women in the department to ever have a baby. Really? Yes really. It is funny, there were times when this blog would be all about travelling and parties, those were my MBA times. The it was all about A Little Gesture, when you don't really write about your day life anymore because i) it is confidential and ii) people probably don't want to read about it. And then it was a lot about C's upcoming arrival and then radio silence. I wonder if now all will be about going back to work. I never thought I would ...

Today became a bad day - and all for the bad reasons. I did really well in leaving the house in the morning. C was sleeping and I controlled myself not to wake her up. I went to work calmly and I did not look back. I even enjoyed the first meetings. But I could not stop thinking about what was bothering me. And it bothered me even more that my return to work had to be further complicated by something else other than me missing C.  I was never very good at dealing with situations where I felt personally damaged, but historically dealing with professional problems had never been affected by my crying gene. And that bothers me even more. It bothers me even more because not only was I completely unable to explain myself and my reasoning but I also managed to make it worse by sounding like a desperate woman coming back to work and screaming hysterically to get her job back (without the screaming). Moreover, I should have known that at this point in time i would not be able to control my...

It is the new buzz word - or should I say sentence. What would you do if you were not afraid. I like to think I am not - I guess man or woman, we all do. But my answer to that question would not come blank for me - at all. And it is not being afraid because I am a woman, it is really because life can pose a threat big enough to some less expected things. The one that comes to mind today is ' I would write my book '. Note that I did not say I would write 'a' book but 'my' book. In fact I should probably even say 'one of them'. I think i have started 3 real ones by now, and 2 have a decent shot as well. But the reality I face is - what if no one wants to read it? Who will want to read what I have to say?  When I was a kid, I would write a ton of poetry. I wrote the first poem on record about the moon and the stars and as I received some first prize on my fourth grade, my parents found out about it. For many years, no matter what I bought as a gift for my d...

But that we already knew. Some days feel so easy and others not really that much. But the easy days just make you feel like you can do it all - like going back to blogging, read a book, sort out clothes or just sit on the sun thinking of the business model you want to do. All this in the 2 hours in between less peaceful moments, all this ready to blow up on the next curve. You feel like time flies but now you can handle it and fly with it rather than just seeing the airplanes go by. 

When your phone breaks (or falls in the water to be accurate), one tends to be upset at the loss. It is both an economic and an emotional loss. When I saw my beloved iPhone 3G on water I barely reacted. I grabbed it, dried it and thought - oh it's alive! I was told to put it on rice for 2 days and I did and wait patiently which I also did. The thing I missed the most was my Whatsapp but I used my iPad to keep me entertained. 2 days later, I took it out of rice and I am impressed to say it works. But the problem it had once it fell was still the same - my screen had no light, so I could only see it under a direct lamp. Still I did not panic and I did not rush. At least it meant I could still back up everything. But today, barely 24 hours from having my new iPhone 5, I guess this is why I did not panic really. A new really cool phone to play with, but all my apps, photos and music on it. Yes, it sucks that I had to re-login to all the apps and move them and organise them again but it...

I have recently taken on reading fairy tales. Yes, C already enjoys them, or at least she often falls asleep as I read them continuously - maybe it is just the sound of my voice but I like to think she is listening. Anyway, the first three I read got me thinking maybe I should do some edits to the end. Surprised? Well let's see - the frog prince it is about a princess who is rewarded by actually having broken a promise but being lucky that her king father makes her keep it. The frog is converted to prince if he is tendered for a nice princess for 3 days and 3 nights but it is not like she takes care of him, she actually quite despises him. Then, Jack and the Magic Bean is about how much this little boy Jack stills from the Ogre and is never told of by his mum as he gets greedier and greedier. And then, when he gets caught he cuts the tree and the Ogre dies and the boy and the mum live happy ever after. Since when is stilling a feat to be celebrated? Just because he is stilling from...