Yes, I'm heading out on a roadtrip. Literally, and figuratively.
I don't really know any of you, yet, but I figure I might as well dive right in.
I am about to get on 45 north and make that long drive from Houston to Dallas. I'm going to see if maybe...just maybe...it's time to change everything. Oh yes, to use a great old cliché, I'm at a fork in the road.
I have been building my career for 15 years. I'm pretty good at what I do, and sometimes I even love it, but I'm mostly meh about it. Since I had my beautiful daughter three years ago, the hours -- which I used to relish as proof of my stamina and commitment -- are too long. The demands are too great. My industry is changing, too. It is nothing like the business into which I threw myself with great idealism and passion oh so long ago. It's just not the same.
After my darling Aidan Kate came -- a mid-30s surprise -- I found myself in love with babies. Obsessed with babies. Mostly obsessed with her, but all babies, too. Their health, their well-being...everything! From their wide open spirits to their tiny toes. So I started working on a
podcast series as a resource for pregnant women. It took two long and wonderful years, but it is done. My second baby.
And I realized............THAT'S what I love.
A couple of weeks ago my schedule demanded I be at work at four a.m. for a week. As I handed my daughter off to my soon-to-be-ex-husband every night (it's hard to get a baby sitter at 4 a.m.), she would wail...I don't want you to go to work, mommy!
Well, I don't want to go to work, either, sweetheart. At least not to that job. I don't want to work crazy hours away from my baby doing work I really don't even believe in. Not anymore. I'm just done.
But now what?
I started contacting graduate schools with Master's programs in Development and Family Studies. Babies! Families! I could ultimately combine my career experience to this point with my great new passion,
and build a life for my daughter and me that would allow me to be more of the "good enough mother" I strive to be.
But grad school? At 38? A single mom to a three year old? Ditching everything I have worked so tirelessly to build to go hang out with a bunch of 22 year olds? For real?
For real.
Many people I have told about this idea think I am mad. Many others think it is perfect.
Maybe it's both.
So when I log off here I'm getting into my old Ford Escape and heading up 45 to talk with the people up there, and see what they have to say. I may just do this!
I may just do it...............
I'm a little dizzy. Who knew hitting the brakes to get off the highway and try a new road could make your head spin so?
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