Tonight I went to a networking function.
Not to a playgroup or mothers' group function. But an actual grown-up function, with grown-up conversation, and the youngest person in the room would have been in their late 20s.
There were prawns in chilli and lime dipping sauce, little tarts with goats cheese and onion, pastry cones with salmon and dill. I was in heaven.
There were no vegemite scrolls or juice boxes. No neat cubes of fruit and no cupcakes with sprinkles.
I put on a pair of high heels and a fancy necklace. I took the nappies and baby wipes out of my handbag.
I shook hands rather than shaking my head.
I mingled and chatted with a number of very interesting people. Sure, we talked about children briefly, but it was not our main focus. We talked about work! Granted, for me that was a pretty short conversation considering I have not 'worked' for well over a year, but I had plenty to say about what I wanted to do next year.
Each new person I spoke with renewed my excitement about my journey. With each encouraging word I felt more energized about my decision to become a writer.
And when I came home, I kicked off my heels and put the nappies and wipes back in my handbag, then went to kiss my girls goodnight, both soundly asleep in their beds.