1.0Vicky Goodenhttps://www.vickygooden.comvickygoodenhttps://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/author/vickygooden/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="MxmGah74wz"><a href="https://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2017/05/03/yeah-lied-bit-sabbatical/">So yeah. I lied a bit about the sabbatical.</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2017/05/03/yeah-lied-bit-sabbatical/embed/#?secret=MxmGah74wz" width="600" height="338" title="“So yeah. I lied a bit about the sabbatical.” — Vicky Gooden" data-secret="MxmGah74wz" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.vickygooden.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://i0.wp.com/www.vickygooden.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_4233-1.jpg?fit=2446%2C896&ssl=12446896You got me. I fibbed. Or rather, held back the truth, the whole truth. The sabbatical thing? It was all about trying to get pregnant via IVF. Well no. Not all about that. Say 90%. I wanted to make sure I was surrounded by comfort and freedom and daily options to promote happiness and calm into my world. To spend more time with the people I love. Limiting the daily anxieties like commuting, hosting meetings, hitting targets, presenting, leading, being strong, having answers, being indoors with no natural light. Stuff that hadn’t worried me all that much in the past but when you’re 35 and years into trying to create a new life and a place to keep it safe whilst uncertain of how many assisted fertility attempts you have left, these things felt like mountains that I just couldn’t climb weighed down with a backpack full of infertility worries. And all that stuff just seemed so utterly unimportant compared to the trials of trying to get and stay up the duff. Although simple for some. I was never going to regret taking just 3 months of my whole life back to prioritise the most important thing to me and […]