I quit my job. It’s a glamorous banking job that required me to put on my best costume and make-up and allowed me to pretend I’m Audrey Hepburn. It’s over. I’m tired and drained and spent. I want to start to live.

I am now home with my precious son. We watch tv together and read books and play games. It’s a paradise. At the back of my mind are my upcoming credit card bills. It’s autism. Unpaying attention to the things you wouldn’t want to focus on. It’s not the end of the world. My husband is gainfully employed. He bought us groceries and paid for the utility bills. In exchange I couldn’t be my old bratty self. I don’t have a financial contribution this time. Except for my invaluable love and attention spent on our angel – which our son badly needs at this point in his life. There’s no other time better – I wouldn’t want to stop later and fail to claim him when that time comes.

But, oh, I miss my shopping. I couldn’t buy something that I want to just for the sake of buying. I know girls can understand me. But I’m happy. It’s just that I’m not used to being this powerless. It’s like having a spiral diarrhea in my stomach that wouldn’t stop. And I could feel bratty only when I have the power to. Asking my husband to buy me a nice thing at this point is like begging. I don’t beg.

But at least I can now blog. No, I don’t mind the house – we have a maid. I am an unemployed princess. So I better come up with a good business plan – to overthrow my husband’s empire, and to write a good book, also do some crazy blogs. Hey, I am starting to live! The world will finally hear and know me. Imagine, a talent of this magnitude trapped in the corporate world. There must be a purpose (for unfolding a new leaf).

Insanity is one of them. Ciao!