My friend is pregnant. Again. It's weird how in three years things have changed so much! We are four girls who are best mates - all getting ahead in our career and living for holidays, cocktails and good times - that is until one of us announced she's expecting!! And she HAD to announce that just when we were on our way to a girlie holiday - dont get me wrong, we were SO HAPPY for her but it kinda flattened the bubbles in our champagne glasses as she had to stick to water and early nights through the rest of the hols.....
So, now she's preggers again. I'm kinda jealous of their stable life, with loving husband, cute kid, house.... jobs where they are not required to stay till midnight to reach deadlines and crazy requests from Clients!
I, on the other hand, have NOTHING stable - I have no material possessions, I've moved house 6 times in the past five years alone - I feel like a gypsy with no roots, I dont know where to settle down eventually - if I do want to settle down that is. The only thing constant in my life is my job. How sad is that? I do love what I am doing, it's exciting, inspiring - and some might even say glamorous - but am I heading for another burnout yet again by working around the clock? I am the idiot thinking I'm doing something good by busting my behind off when others enjoy time with their families, share love and live their lives. Time to get on with that 'List' which I call a 'Life Plan' for the next 3 years.

My housemate today asked me what is Aloe Vera, 'is it a fruit'?

Djeezes.