Monday, 18 October 2010

ADSUM!

Ex tempore. The inspiration to write arrived! As suddenly as my little baby's burp. My feelings are mixed between embarrassment and enthusiasm: I am so late with this initiative! The original plan was of course to be among the trendy forerunners blogging already five year back. The contingency plan was to give birth to my blog in parallel (or little after) to my baby. Here I am one month before the end of parental leave keen on rendering the famous idle free hours (minutes?) of maternity leave ever more productive and fun. Powered by Baby brain. By the way, I just read an article putting an end to the nonsense myth of women being more forgetful or somehow intellectually "reduced" during pregnancy and early maternity. Quite the opposite! Check yourself at: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1138954/Baby-brain-myth--womens-intelligence-increases-motherhood-claims-study.html.

After Inspiration came the evident questions: Why should I write? To Whom? Would I have the time?
I have been itching to share my thoughts of everyday life since I moved abroad almost ten years ago. About the craziness of cultural differences of my new home country. About the wonderfulness of my different identities as a Wife, Mother, Manager and Student - to name some. Labels may not be politically correct, but they do come handy in introductions.
The first idea was to write to my family and friends only. Then the fascination of wider audience hooked me. And anonymity will allow juicier stories. About the time then. The question came from my husband: "When will I write?". The priority order is the following: 1. Him (never forget) 2. Baby 3. Sports 4. PhD research 5. Blog. BUT before doing over time working hours, baking a cake or watching movies.. There's the plan. And only when I have something to say. There, my first post. Prima vista. Look forward to hearing from you! 


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