Change. I’ve always feared that word. I usually like things as they are, no interruptions to my routines, same old thing over and over. I won’t even try new things at restaurants; depending on where we go, I have the one specific menu item that I’m always going to choose. Then something happened. I don’t know if it’s because I turned 30 last year, or if it’s adding a 2nd kid to the mix, or what. But I needed a change in my life big time.
So, I quit my job my full time job. Or as Don prefers I say (because apparently it sounds more positive), I resigned. I was fortunate enough to receive an offer to work part time from home for a small business. Though for some odd reason I stewed for a couple weeks over whether or not this was the best decision for our family, at the end of the day it was a no-brainer. There were finances and benefits to worry about. There’s the thought that this would mean Blake wouldn’t have the same young age schooling opportunities as Carlene had, since he will be home with me now. And then there was the crazy idea of change. But half days from home meant more time being a Mom. So like I said, it ended up being a no-brainer.
This was the very first time in my life I quit a job. I had been with my employer for 7 years. I have been at my bartending job for 12 years (nope, not quitting that one!). Yes, I did have other employment before these things, but they all ended for other reasons. My high school waitressing job ended because the restaurant closed down, and I had just left for college anyway. I was going to work there on my college breaks, so I never officially quit. I taught tennis at a summer camp over the summers throughout high school and college, but I never really quit, I just told them I wasn’t returning the summer after I graduated from college. I was at my college internship for 2 semesters, but once the internship was over, that was the end of that.
So this all went down last month. I’m a few weeks into the new life, and it’s going pretty well. Sometimes it can be a juggling act, trying to give Blake the attention he’s requesting while trying to get my daily work tasks done right (Carlene is in Pre-K, so her life has mostly remained the same, except that now she gets to sleep a little later each day). And I don’t have as much time to do things around the house or try new ventures as I thought I would. But it’s a juggling act I wouldn’t trade for the world. Watching my son grow and learn each and every day is just amazing, and it’s an opportunity I never thought I’d have. I’m feeling so blesssed!
Am I a big fan of change now? Not really, I’m still on the fence. But this change, this was a good one. And who knows, maybe the next time we go out to eat, I’ll be all crazy and order something different off the menu.