Quality of life. This means different things to different people. Some people will forego a big house for a short commute, others will drive an obsurd distance to have their dream home. Some people have a two-income household and put their children in daycare while others live on one income so their children are home with them. There really is no right or wrong answer because everyone has to decide for themselves what quality of life means to them.
I like to work. I like the feeling I get when colloborating with collegeaus to invent a new system or come up with a new marketing piece. On the other hand, I LOVE being a mom. I relish the time I spend with my girls and try to make our time full of fun, love and things that are bound to be part of their wonderful childhood memories. Because I like to work and work for a small company that often demands a lot of my time, I constantly feel like I am being torn in different directions. I feel guilty because I like working and like the contributions that I make to my company. And, on the days that I do sneak home early to surprise the family, I feel guilt again that I am not at work taking care of the zillions of tasks that need to be done.
For me, spending 3-4 hours a day in my car is like throwing money out the window. My time is so valuable and the time I spend just sitting in a car is time I could be with my girls or finishing up a project at work. How is this a quality life? The guilt, the wasted hours, the working my ass off to just barely make ends meet. There has got to be something bigger and better than this. I can't except that this is my life for the next two decades while I raise a family.
To be continued...
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