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So the young one is taking the piss out of me something wicked at the moment.

And it goes like this...

I'm thinking of getting a little Botox.

I know, I know, I've always been totally against it, but...well, let me explain.

The young one is supposed to be in America, August 15th.

38 days from now (as I'm writing this).

Immigration keeps sending him emails putting back his Visa Interview.  Four times and counting.

Two days ago they changed the criteria and are not issuing Visa's to America at all, except for Special Circumstances.

We are desperately trying to be a Special Circumstance.

America is doing everything they can on their side.  We're doing everything we can on our side.

And suddenly it hit me.

My son is going to live on the opposite side of the world.  

For 5 years.

1825 days.

12,542 kilometers away.

Missing Birthdays (10), Christmas (5), Easter (20) - I love Easter, so am including the full Easter break, not to mention the odd surprise visit in between.

And then I'm completely freaking out.

It's also not helping when people keep asking me, Are you afraid he's going to die?

No!  WTF? Who asks that kind of question!

But anyway, death and fear of obseity (his) aside, he's going to be there and I'm going to be here.

Breathe.  Breathe.

But anyway, back to Botox.

So, knowing I was going into crisis, I've decided to give myself options.

To just tidy things up a little bit, and make sure that when he goes (and when he does, it's going to be super quick), I'm feeling tenfoot tall and bulletproof.

It may work out that I am still a hater on Botox...or I may fall in love with it.  

But either way, I'm taking my own advice:

You are a strong, deeply Spiritual and empowered woman - do what you wish, when you wish, how you wish, in which ever way you please.

Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit