I admit, I used to think having it "all" defined me. Now that I'm older and wiser (at least in my eyes), having it all or the wonder woman syndrome isn't exactly what I'm striving for.
Do I still want the fulfilling career, happy/healthy children, loving husband, nice home, etc., of course I do. However, now I realize that always feeling fulfilled and completely satisfied with myself in those areas are and will always be eternally elusive. On any given day, I may feel that I'm doing a great job with the kids yet probably not so great at work. Or maybe my husband could use a little more attention and I should forget about the kitchen floor needing to be swept.
Too often in the past I've beaten myself up when all the spokes in the wheel of my life weren't running together in the same direction. I'm tired of these emotional bruises that I've inflicted on myself. It's taken me awhile to get here, but I'm actually happier when my life isn't perfect. It keeps me on my toes and as one friend told me many years ago, perfect is boring. God knows I'm not bored!
I wouldn't mind those cuff bracelets Wonder Woman wears though. Puts my silver Tiffany one to shame. And the invisible jet would be cool as hell. But oh well, like millions of other women, I'm OK not being Wonder Woman. Are you?
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sleeping with the boss
Is it bad that I'm 40 years old and still don't consider myself grown up?
When I was a child I thought a 40-year-old was ancient. Surely at this age, a person would be settled professionally and personally. Although I may be as settled as one can be (chasing 4 kids around)personally, my professional life is evolving yet again.
As of June 1, I will be working for my husband at his insurance agency, a whole other blog topic I'm sure :-) This means no longer having to clock in at an office and trying to work 9 - 5. I'm sure there will be long days ahead yet the long days will be entirely dictated by ME, not my husband, not a boss, not another co-worker, but ME. I will I eat what I kill, or in less graphic terms, I will make as much or as little money relative to the amount of time I spend working. Needless to say, with 4 kids hunkering in the background, I plan on working a lot.
Am I a little scared about this whole self-employed thing? You bet. Do I have faith that my husband and I working as a team will be ultra successful? Abso-f**kinglutely.
My only question is what kind of perks do I get sleeping with the boss? :-)
When I was a child I thought a 40-year-old was ancient. Surely at this age, a person would be settled professionally and personally. Although I may be as settled as one can be (chasing 4 kids around)personally, my professional life is evolving yet again.
As of June 1, I will be working for my husband at his insurance agency, a whole other blog topic I'm sure :-) This means no longer having to clock in at an office and trying to work 9 - 5. I'm sure there will be long days ahead yet the long days will be entirely dictated by ME, not my husband, not a boss, not another co-worker, but ME. I will I eat what I kill, or in less graphic terms, I will make as much or as little money relative to the amount of time I spend working. Needless to say, with 4 kids hunkering in the background, I plan on working a lot.
Am I a little scared about this whole self-employed thing? You bet. Do I have faith that my husband and I working as a team will be ultra successful? Abso-f**kinglutely.
My only question is what kind of perks do I get sleeping with the boss? :-)
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