A New Chapter?

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Goofing on IKEA beds, Ottawa, November 2014

Goofing on IKEA beds, Ottawa, November 2014

With Mark at school, I should be able to resume a normal 9-5 routine. Except I don’t have one.

For the past ten years, life has been a series of chapters written around events, big or small. From 2004 to 2005, I focused on gaining work (and life) experience and preparing my permanent residence application before the end of my one-year work visa. From 2005 to 2009, Feng and I worked a lot. I was teaching French as a second language and adapting to life in Canada. From 2009 to 2012, more confident than ever and finally Canadian enough, I tried to fit into the corporate world. First, I worked on Parliament Hill and felt important and useful with my black pants and my BlackBerry. Then I quit, and almost right away I was hired by a Crown corporation for another demanding position that required me to attend meetings, manage people and answer calls long after the end of the workday.

This wasn’t the life I wanted. So I quit (at this stage, I called myself the “serial quitter”) and decided to start freelancing. I was going to take a break and try to figure life out.

I never got the chance to, since a few weeks later, I learned I was pregnant—another chapter started, again. The nine-month baby-baking period was strange: I was freelancing, doing yoga, going out, yet I wasn’t really free or alone since there was a mini-Mark inside me.

When he came out, life got even crazier.

This is another chapter, divided into smaller sections. There was newborn Mark, where I could barely function: each time I was stepping out of the madhouse for a few minutes, I was shocked to see the world was still spinning. Then baby Mark, where we took tentative steps to, you know, resume life. I was working on my laptop with him in the sling, and it seemed that we were constantly either feeding him, either putting him to sleep (or at least trying to). Then he learned to walk and decided that “sleeping like a baby” was overrated, so my days became long hours where I had to keep him busy and entertained, dragging him from the playground to the mall, from Chapters to Starbucks because, hell, I needed coffee to keep up. Earlier this year, we finally started to send him to Feng’s parents once in a while, for a day or two every week. I’d cram whatever I couldn’t do when he was around into this precious free time—cleaning, working, waxing legs, vacuuming, laundry, more work and then he was time to pick him up again and figure out where to go, where to hang out with him.

And now, school. My baby boy is no longer a baby, and he has a life away from us—for a few hours a day, anyway.

When we were in Wuhan, there was a kindergarten close to our hotel. We walked by every day and there were always dozens of parents waiting at the door for hours before the kids were let out. “Why do they even bother putting the kids at school?” I asked Feng, puzzled. “Helicopter parenting at its finest!” we laughed.

I kind of get it now. It’s not that easy to let it go.

I was the one assuring everyone that Mark would adapt to school and get over separation anxiety. “Being at school is way better for him than pacing the mall with me,” I claimed.

Mark is fine. For the past few days, he has been waving “bye bye!” as soon as he sees his classroom, and he insists on carrying his red backpack. I drop him off, and I leave, alone.

But what now? According to Feng, I should relax more. According to my mother-in-law, I should get baby number two on the way (strangely enough, she doesn’t pressure Feng as much, even though it kind of takes two people…). According to my bank account statements, I should work.

My work ebbs and flows. Assignments come or they don’t, and there isn’t much I can do about it.

I want to tackle bigger projects, personal stuff I’ve been putting off because I didn’t have time or the energy to accomplish anything.

Should I go for it? I’m almost afraid to jinx everything.

Maybe I’m just afraid to fail…


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


  1. This isn’t the best advice, but “failure” can be relative. We humans seem to be just wired for this. If we don’t get something we want, then we think that we didn’t want it in the first place. When we don’t get the job we want, we think that there’s a better one out there for us. I’ve done this rationalizing so many times in the past. I also tend to be so pessimistic and think that everything is not working, and so almost every thing that happens is a “good thing”.

    So, embrace the new chapter, and venture out. Try something new. I am sure something will work.

  2. You got this!!
    I feel excited for you. I understand that the shift is scary, but it is also a good thing. A new opportunity, a chance at something different. I love the idea of tackling big projects. I have a month off of work in December before I go back to school in January, and there are a few things I need to tackle in that time too. Maybe we could be support for each other? Haha! 😀 Good luck!

  3. I know how you feel (ish) I was at a weird standstill when I lost my visa. I think you should just go for whatever project you feel best or nicest and then fly with it. xxx

  4. Gah – just wrote this whole comment out before deleting it!!! Anyway, the short of it was that I made grand plans and divided them into smaller plans and divided them into daily or weekly plans and totally filled my life with busy things like volunteering (figure I still need to keep my resume full) etc. I am still blogging – at my new blog 🙂 just got so behind with reading blogs!

  5. ça doit vraiment être une phase, j’en suis exactement à la même phase de réflexion que toi, j’ai donné vraiment beaucoup à Michoco, maintenant qu’il va à l’école (que le matin, mais il dort l’aprem lui !!), je sens bien qu’il faut que je me lance dans autre chose, de plus grand, de plus que ce que je fais actuellement. Je suis juste au bord du vide, manque plus qu’un pas (un coup de pouce ?) !

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