Jumping Ship for Moments
When a friend asked me whether or not I would be coming back to work after I had my baby, I said, "Absolutely! I could never not work. I could never not be here. You're crazy if you think I won't."
My words stood true. Three months after I had my son I was back at work. I wasn't the same girl that left for maternity leave, however. Somehow everything was different. The awesome people we're the same, the smart work was the same, the interesting (ok, most of the time interesting but not always interesting) travel was the same. Yet, I wasn't the same. I still loved the work and the people, but I couldn't stop thinking about the moments I was missing even though I sincerely enjoyed being where I was. How could that be?
I read articles. I sought advice from my husband, my family, my friends and my life coach (you all know who you are and I thank you). I over-thought the situation every single way one could. Brutal torture.
Then, in November, my Grandfather died. I sat at his funeral listening to beautiful words about his life and felt an immense sense of how fast life flies.
There was my answer.
I gave notice to my boss that Sunday and my last day of an eight year career (with the same company) was December 21. (If any of you happen to be reading, I am so grateful for my time with you all).
Before I had my child, I created a logo and wanted to start a creative blog that focused on interior design and amazing furniture. I wanted to refurbish furniture and construct incredible pieces for homes.
Posted in Pets Post Date 05/14/2017