Raising Cinderella: Our Expat Girl

This is the longest I have ever gone without writing since this blog began. The time swept by in one fell sweep, carrying me seamlessly from one year to the next. Yet tangling me in too many projects to keep up with them all. The sudden rush of chaos had nothing to do with chasing promises of goals and aspirations in the new year. In fact, it had little to do with any of that. It just so happens that we are in a time of movement, propelling forward with each breath. It also happens to be January.

December was a big one for me, a month for the records in my newfound writing career. This blog and the affiliated Facebook page quite suddenly catapulted in popularity, keeping me swamped with maintenance and reciprocation. My cup was full, but apparently not full enough. In the same swirl of energy, I earned a raise at my current freelance writing job and with it a challenger to write infinitely more. This meant triple my previous pay and pressure to write 20 full-length articles at a whopping 3,000 words apiece.

I was grateful for January and for the relief that it promised. And all in good time, I woke up one morning last week to discover that my toddler had blossomed into a girl overnight. She rose all aglow full of passion for makeup and hair bows, tea parties, and dollies. She also started writing and reading and pleading for instructions in her art. Clearly, she is passing through a milestone, and for this, she needed me desperately and incessantly. I wouldn’t miss these moments for anything, and I willingly discarded all distractions of heaven and earth, to be immersed in her world.

I’d be so thankful if you would continue reading this on our new blog site:

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