
I never finished this:

I haven't researched this:

I still need to do this:
And, although it would REALLY come in handy about now - I never got around to doing this:

Yeah, yeah...sure, sure - I've been busy. Working full time, sewing up a storm, traveling a bit, returning to exercise, learning to be an Auntie. Although life has been pretty good and fairly full - I still feel a bit like this guy:

Actually I should say that I felt like that guy. I have felt suspended, lifeless, disengaged. Comatose.
Many, many, many years of waiting might do that to a person.
And, now I feel jolted awake.
I feel foggy and surprised that I need to function responsibly.
Although utterly unprepared, I feel excited and stoked and fired up for motherhood to enter my life.
Its time to wake up.