I'm basically a writer. It's what I do. My calling. My way of life. Having a baby definitely alters my writing activity. When I visit any book stores, I am constantly reminded of how I long to publish a book of my own. I envy other writers. They seem to have so much time to spare! While I'm occupied with many things... managing the house, taking care of the baby and all.
Yet, when Aza tugs at my sleeve, looking at me with his pair of liquid eyes, I melt.
Right now, domestic life is my source of happiness. Simple things make me smile. Like Aza laughing or babbling. My husband telling me how much he loves me. Finding a perfect shirt in a department store. Browsing babystuff's collection and finding a cute babysuit for Aza. Buying groceries. Seeing the piles of laundry dry up perfectly. Ironing some clothes. Cooking a wonderful meal. Meeting my loved ones. Sharing and talking. Rearranging the room and the house. Listening to my favorite song. Dancing with my partner and my baby.
It is so easy to be happy. Because it is a choice.
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