out of the workplace
and in the home
being a mom.
It began with a one-year pledge to stay home with my newly adopted baby girl. She needed my full-time attention.
One year easily stretched into two years thanks to a thriving family business.
Two years became three when the economy wiped out that thriving business and slit the throats of the major industries that fed the bellies of this region.
Three years became four as I realized a few things:
* I had grown to mostly like this lifestyle.
* The longer you are home, with a somewhat free and flexible schedule, the harder it is to imagine rejoining the rat race. Also, the longer you are away, the harder it is to jump back on the treadmill.
None of this is to say things can’t be figured out. But, heck, a four-year gap on the resume is a tough one in this tough market. Thankfully I’ve found some freelance work here and there.
out of the rat race
working my way slowly
through the maze.
I am someone quite different from the woman who walked out of the newsroom with a U.S. Postal Service-issue plastic tub filled with her career and an extra helping of bitterness. (I returned the tub, just in case any government types are reading.) It’s true what they said to me: You leave now, you won’t be able to come back. It scared me but I did it anyway.
Along the way a bunch of great stuff happened in my life that had nothing to do with money and careers:
I experienced full-time motherhood.
I started doing things myself.
I made some amazing new friends.
I dropped some highly toxic relationships.
I started to volunteer in my community.
I didn’t find what I was looking for but what I needed found me.
I changed the direction of my life. I may not know where I’ll end up, but I do have a path to follow and the faith to know that I’m on the right road. Endless unknown possibilities are just around the bend. A really, really long and winding bend.
I endured some hard lessons in these four years. We lost our life savings. We came scary-close to picking up and moving. We had many months of living on very little and worrying if this utility or that service would be shut off. It was painful. We came away with the kind of appreciation for things we couldn’t have known otherwise.
After these four years, I can make it through anything.