Living my dream

Back after my mom had just died and when I was deciding what the hell I was going to do with my life, I knew that writing was a passion and was also incredibly healing to me. I thought maybe being a professional writer would be fun (it’s a labour of love, not $, in case you think it might be glamourous) and tried my hand at a co-op placement at the local daily.

Turned out I wasn’t half bad at it, and I ultimately decided journalism school was the right fit. It would allow me the opportunity to travel, every day would be something different, I’d be changing the world (oh, how naive I was), and I could work from home later on once I finally had a family.

My end goal was always to be working for myself, from home, so that I could be the kind of kick-ass stay-at-home mom that my mother was. (I feel like I’m woefully lacking in that respect, but that’s for another post.)

Anyways, back in February I was “downsized” out of the corporate world, and finally took the final leap into working for myself full-time.

And you know what? It’s been pretty great.

Sure, there’ve been some slow months work-wise, but that just means I get to spend more time with the little guy. And then there have been crazy, running around like a chicken with my head cut off months, but we figure out a way to make it work. And so far, no one has died. No deadlines have been missed. No balls have dropped.

I had a moment of intense gratitude the other day. Eating my breakfast and crying. Like really, how lucky am I to be living my dream?! It’s pretty fucking fantastic. I’m doing it. I’m living it. And even though it’s hard sometimes and I might not feel motivated, I get to spend my days with one awesome little person (soon to be two!) while working on projects that I love. Not many people can say that.

Sometimes I can get a bit down that I’m not where I’d like to be in my career – especially when I look at the LinkedIn profiles of the power ladies I respect. But then I realize that 50% of them are not married, and 95% of them do not have children. And their path is not mine. And my path is not theirs. And that’s all OK.

And then I have moments like I did just the other day where I realize that I am exactly where I’ve always wanted to be, and where I am presently meant to be. And it’s all going to be just fine. And I’m so incredibly lucky. And thankful. So thankful.

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