Random bits
This is going to be a lot of very random thoughts. Often my mind is all over the places, on rare occasion I capture them through written words.
Spent few hours reading through some of my chats. The core of me has stayed consistent, my outlook on life has evolved. I'd like to think it evolved for better. It is also interesting to read through several major turning points. Except of course at the time I didn't realize them for what they were.
Back in Seattle I knew a guy. I thought him to be a good guy. At one point he proceeded to behave as an irresponsible person, and so I thought him to be a dick for that, but basically still a good person. Fast forward few years, I learned he proceeded to behave as an irresponsible person towards another person. Now I think he is just a dick.
Finding remote projects is a pain. Recruiters are mostly assholes who treat you like a piece of meat. I got a kicker out of one of the recruiters who never bothered following up with me on a remote project lead liking an article on LinkedIn that criticized recruiters for not following up. Oh lady. If you think I'll bother to reply to your emails and/or share my network with you, you got another thing coming.
My kid is seriously mini me. I can't imagine not having met her. Unfortunately I can imagine life being cruel to her. From the depth of my being I hope I raise her to be a strong person (among other things), and she'll have the tools to deal with real realities of life, both positive and negative.
How did western society come to allow no place for grief, pain, and crying. Is any of it less legit than being happy, content and joyful?
My post asking people to donate to a couple who lost their beautiful baby to stillbirth and who are raising money for IVF has gotten shit load of likes, but very few donations. Fuck you.
My journey through educating myself on baby-loss has started out from place of fear, waddled through pretty deep dark moments, generously irrigated with frequent tears, but once I got passed the fear factor, it has transformed me in the most positive way. Read any baby loss story, be that a miscarriage, stillborn, unexplained neonatal death, and so on and so forth, and of them have tremendous amount of pain, it also has such intense beautiful aspects of pure love that drives people to do amazing things in the memories of the lost babies.
World, keep your dirty hands of my reproductive organs. Abortions are hardly ever a simple and easy choice for a woman. Not convinced. Read this - http://onepinkballoon.blogspot.com/2016/06/after-boston-why-choice-matters.html?m=1
Spent few hours reading through some of my chats. The core of me has stayed consistent, my outlook on life has evolved. I'd like to think it evolved for better. It is also interesting to read through several major turning points. Except of course at the time I didn't realize them for what they were.
Back in Seattle I knew a guy. I thought him to be a good guy. At one point he proceeded to behave as an irresponsible person, and so I thought him to be a dick for that, but basically still a good person. Fast forward few years, I learned he proceeded to behave as an irresponsible person towards another person. Now I think he is just a dick.
Finding remote projects is a pain. Recruiters are mostly assholes who treat you like a piece of meat. I got a kicker out of one of the recruiters who never bothered following up with me on a remote project lead liking an article on LinkedIn that criticized recruiters for not following up. Oh lady. If you think I'll bother to reply to your emails and/or share my network with you, you got another thing coming.
My kid is seriously mini me. I can't imagine not having met her. Unfortunately I can imagine life being cruel to her. From the depth of my being I hope I raise her to be a strong person (among other things), and she'll have the tools to deal with real realities of life, both positive and negative.
How did western society come to allow no place for grief, pain, and crying. Is any of it less legit than being happy, content and joyful?
My post asking people to donate to a couple who lost their beautiful baby to stillbirth and who are raising money for IVF has gotten shit load of likes, but very few donations. Fuck you.
My journey through educating myself on baby-loss has started out from place of fear, waddled through pretty deep dark moments, generously irrigated with frequent tears, but once I got passed the fear factor, it has transformed me in the most positive way. Read any baby loss story, be that a miscarriage, stillborn, unexplained neonatal death, and so on and so forth, and of them have tremendous amount of pain, it also has such intense beautiful aspects of pure love that drives people to do amazing things in the memories of the lost babies.
World, keep your dirty hands of my reproductive organs. Abortions are hardly ever a simple and easy choice for a woman. Not convinced. Read this - http://onepinkballoon.blogspot.com/2016/06/after-boston-why-choice-matters.html?m=1