What If It Isn’t about Balance?

We hear and read a lot about work-life balance. And for women, because that’s all I can speak to directly since that’s my experience, it’s an especially difficult concept. We’re given this ideal of what is considered the perfect woman: must be a mom, must be married, must be a professional, must be at every practice for the kid(s), must help with homework, must have a great relationship with spouse, must keep the home, must give back to the community, must be a solid member of their local church…. And there’s only 24 hours in a day.

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Shit I Say: Part 1

Today, I’m writing about medical technology licensing. Just a few minutes ago, I showed Bull the hives that resurfaced on my elbows, upper arms, upper legs, and small of my back. I told him that right after I got out of the bath tub (colloidal oatmeal bath), that I felt cold and that I turned off the AC in our bedroom. He noticed the goosebumps on my legs and we had the following conversation:

Bull: I see goosebumps on your legs. You’re either cold or demon possessed.

Me: If I were demon possessed, I wouldn’t sell my soul to just one demon. I’d take a page from the medical technology licensing playbook. I’d license out the use of my soul to multiple demons. And they have to renew monthly…like a subscription box.

Bull: …

Me: What? I like to ensure my ROI is stellar. My soul would be the investment. I want the best return possible.

In other news, I’m clearly wearing long sleeves to officiate a wedding tomorrow…the high is supposed to be 98. And this is Oklahoma. Thankfully, it’s before noon and they want something short.

And He’s Off to Do Great Things

This morning, my 18 year old son left for Ft. Jackson. And while I know he’s off to do great things, as I always knew he would, it’s still not an easy thought. I am not entirely sure how my barely six pounds at birth baby who cried a lot and didn’t sleep a single night through until he was five years old (yes, you read that right) is old enough to sign a contract with the federal government. He’s always wanted to join the military and I support his dreams.