The three biggest responsibilities I've ever been made accountable for.

1. Another person.

You know the times you apply for your tax return and the accountant asks if you have any dependants to claim for? I usually say no. Now, I have a little man in my life that depends on me for his life.

Who in the hell thought it was a great idea to have me watch over another person, let alone a baby? haha I can't even look after myself half the time.

All jokes aside though, there is no responsibility like parenthood. It teaches you to manage your time efficiently, you build up a vocabulary that no non-parent or non-medical professional understands; like 'let-down', or 'the show', or my favourite, 'the perineal massage'; and I'm not talking about the sexual perineal massage. *wink*

You learn your capabilities to function on the littlest amount of sleep physically possible. All the times as a young adult that I went clubbing and drinking a few days in a row with little sleep, does not measure up to the fatigue you feel looking after a baby.

Lastly, in over five weeks with my newborn, I've actually said, 'Yes, that's my son' to randoms several times and usually because they want to know who is responsible should Leo ever go astray or needs medical attention.

Let's hope luck is on my side for the next eighteen years!

2. My Financial Footprint

There is a reason I didn't study mathematics in my senior years, I had trouble with numbers. When I hit the ripe age of eighteen, I began spending up a storm. The CCCC's took over my life. CLOTHES, CARS, COUNTRIES & CLUBBING.

Now that I've taken two of those C's out of my equation, the financial footprint I've left behind has left me replacing CARS & CLUBBING with COWERING in my CANNINESS.

Ahh...such is life.

3. My Happiness

There is no one in this world responsible for making myself happy. I choose the people to surround myself with and I choose who to love. I choose to love myself, and I choose to be happy.

Seeing my two nieces on Tuesday
Three days a week, I have the privilege of babysitting my one-year old niece, Isabella, and being in the company of my two-month old niece, Mia.

Both have completely differing personalities, they have different feeding times in the day, they scream one after the other (never at the same time, that would be too easy), and they both look at me with these beautiful innocent eyes; dark pools of curiosity and possibilities.

And it is a beautiful time in my life having two gorgeous nieces that I get to see on a weekly basis and spend time with almost whenever I like.

Five more weeks closer to Japan!
Yes, you've heard it here now...I am going back to Japan !!
If you haven't already heard, I have an open love affair with Japan - the food, the people, the culture; and I am coming back for Christmas & New Years.

Best of all, Ross and my parents are coming, too! Not only do I get to share my love affair with my beloved, Ross...but my parents get to experience a part of my life that they've only known through photo albums and short stories.

It is an amazing feeling knowing that my parents are coming with me to see my favourite country in the entire world - and that the smell of ramen wafts into my dreams every night and awakens my senses.

Spending yet another week with a wonderful man
You ever meet those annoying people who get all mushy when they talk about waking up every morning next to their partners and they fall in love all over again?

Sometimes, especially when Ross has morning shifts or night shifts at work - I don't get to wake up with him next to me. But every day he comes home from work, or he spends the day with me before he goes to work, or helps me babysit, or he's doing business with me...or lucky me, has the day off; I fall in love all over again every time he is next to me.

Yep, I'm one of those annoying people. So sue me.

Making mango ice cream!
We just came back from a house party tonight, and Ross brought back home with him a mango. I've had this crazy fixation on mangoes lately, especially now that they're in season; but what I'm really looking forward to is waiting for it to ripen over the week so that I can dice it up and make an ice cream out of it.

Ooooo it's gonna be delicious!

Business, baby, business!
This week, Ross and I have a lot going on with our business and we're so, so excited about the possibilities! I feel as though our business is picking up its speed and momentum, and we're on this bumpy ride that is slowly climbing up.

The acceleration is exhiliarating!

deʒa vy - French for déjà vu. It's an interesting concept and debatable; although over the years I have experienced some epic deʒa vy moments.

For those wonderful readers out there, I have two.

The first happened back in my high school years when I was sixteen. One early morning I woke up having dreamt that I was sitting in a bus on the way home from school. The bus seats were all taken and I was a stop away from mine and I had my hand ready to press the buzzer to signal the driver to stop.

The stop before mine, a lady with a basket of yellow flowers stepped onto the bus and sat in a seat opposite from mine.

When I woke, I told my Mother about my dream. I had read early on about how to capture dreams and the best thing to do was the moment you woke up from one, to write it down in a dream journal or proceed to tell someone; so my dream was fresh.

Sure enough, that afternoon on the way home, getting ready to get off at my stop, a lady with a basket of yellow flowers stepped onto the bus and sat down opposite me.

True story. Write that down. =)

The last deʒa vy moment was on Monday. This was so creepy.

Up in Forbes at Ross' Aunties place; we were sitting at the dining table poring over family heirlooms and looking into Ross' family tree. A few seconds before it occured, I had the deʒa vy the moment Auntie Gwen turned to Ross and said, 'You're not going to cry, are you?'

That question had felt as though I had heard it before in the same location, same person asking that question; although I had only been there once before in my lifetime and had never looked at the family tree.

The seconds after that was also part of the deʒa vy when Ross was handed a family heirloom, a Japanese teacup Ross' Great grandfather picked up in Japan during his Navy days. Before Ross even looked at it, I knew there was a geisha imprint on the bottom of the teacup if you held it up to the light.

Sure enough, Ross brought it to the light, couldn't make out the image and asked me what it was. As I brought it up to the light, the Geisha I pictured in my head was the exact same one.

Because deʒa vy is an experience few and far between with some, it's not a common subject for empirical studies. This is probably why I think I believe in it on a higher level, or that our mental capacity is far greater than we allow ourselves to achieve in day to day life.

My point to all of this, though, is to understand that our minds are a powerful thing. After having seen Anthony Robbins over the weekend, state of mind and an attitude to living was the biggest topic of the day. A positive state of mine is definitely something I'm trying to implement in my business and how I live my life.

deʒa vy is a good reminder that our minds are capable of wonderful things, and should be used to the best of our ability.