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I might not burn my bra just yet...

Anyone that has ever decided to move to another country will probably tell you that it is an emotional roller coaster ride of note.  The one minute you are all happy and thinking of new things and the adventure, the next you think of something sad, someone that you will miss dearly or a place where you spent some good times, so yes, I am up and down. 

It is Christmas time again, Boney M is playing in the stores, the stockings are up, yet I have not managed to buy a single thing!  I am just not feeling Christmas at all this year.  It might be the totally crappy weather that we are experiencing at the moment, not sure.

Reality is that this has been a long and hard year, so much happened, I was pregnant this year, Luka is 8 months old, we decided to move to Sydney, we have been working really hard, we gave away our cat, sold our furniture through it all, we did not manage a vacation at all!  So I think exhaustion (mental and physical) is at play somehow.  I completed my 12 week challenge, I managed to lose 11 kilograms and the bio-kinetic is very happy with the state of my 34 year old body, great body fat percentage, fitness levels are good etc.  So yes, I need a break!  I am headed for a fall of some sorts, so before then I need an intervention. 

I told Gerhard last night that I am taking a sabbatical of sorts.  I do not plan on starting a new job when we hit Sydney, I will take 6 months off, I will put on a bikini and take my kids to the beach.  I will learn how to surf.  I decided to further my studies, no more LLB's and LLM's and such nonsense.  I am doing a bachelors degree in women / gender studies.

I also have a new role-model, the 77 year old Gloria Steinem.  Despite women being liberated, we truly are not equal to men.  Gloria probably says it best when she says:
“Women are not going to be equal outside the home until men are equal in it”

Since deciding to move to Sydney I have really been thinking about this long and hard.  Men will tell you that moving is not so bad, probably because life will carry on for them.  Gerhard and the kids will be fed, clothed, etc, and I will do all of these things without them even knowing it.  So yes, I have a brilliant husband, he is the world's best dad, but still.  A man.  I will practically end up glowing at the speed that I operate at, feeding, clothing, cleaning, washing, working, studying, sleeping, crying, buying, reading, loving, living, giving but hey, it was my own decision to be a working mom right? 

Gloria again:
"I've yet to be on a campus where most women weren't worrying about some aspect of combining marriage, children, and a career. I've yet to find one where many men were worrying about the same thing."
So, watch this space, I might not burn my bra (it is just too darn pretty), but change is coming...revolution is in the air.  I will change the world, one male at a time...

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