I am a person who works. It's who I am. Since I was eighteen and had my first job, I've continuously worked full-time, only taking a break after my son was born. That was six years ago, and for the first time since then, I am without a job. And I voluntarily left that job. Crazy, right?
I had this insane idea that I could take care of my son, keep my job, and go to law school at night. Between the average eight cups of coffee a day and four-hours-a-night sleep, I somehow managed to hold on for a year. But I was constantly on edge: my life felt like I was running a marathon at a sprinter's pace. And then something happened that brought that crazy train to a full stop. I was picking up my son from daycare (which was rare since I usually had to rush to class after work) when I noticed that he had learned to snap his fingers. When did this happen? Why wasn't I around for this? Who taught him? What else do I not know about my own son? I felt like such a terrible mother, that I KNEW something had to change. My schoolwork, while decent, was not to my best. I just didn't have enough time for it all.
So I quit my job. Learned how to prioritize time with my son and still get my schoolwork in. It's been four months and even though money is tight...I'm happier for it. My son is happier for it. And got damn, my performance in school has definitely taken a step up! So here I am, not working, and happier for it. I'm sure I'll get another job soon. In the meantime...gonna kick back and enjoy the ride.
I had this insane idea that I could take care of my son, keep my job, and go to law school at night. Between the average eight cups of coffee a day and four-hours-a-night sleep, I somehow managed to hold on for a year. But I was constantly on edge: my life felt like I was running a marathon at a sprinter's pace. And then something happened that brought that crazy train to a full stop. I was picking up my son from daycare (which was rare since I usually had to rush to class after work) when I noticed that he had learned to snap his fingers. When did this happen? Why wasn't I around for this? Who taught him? What else do I not know about my own son? I felt like such a terrible mother, that I KNEW something had to change. My schoolwork, while decent, was not to my best. I just didn't have enough time for it all.
So I quit my job. Learned how to prioritize time with my son and still get my schoolwork in. It's been four months and even though money is tight...I'm happier for it. My son is happier for it. And got damn, my performance in school has definitely taken a step up! So here I am, not working, and happier for it. I'm sure I'll get another job soon. In the meantime...gonna kick back and enjoy the ride.
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