I'm officially a working mom again. Today is my second contracted day. I woke up this morning at 1:45, and my first thought was my school to do list. It rumbled through my mind like a never-ending freight train. By 3:00, I gave in and got up and got busy. I went back to bed at 4:45. Now drinking my coffee at 6:30, I am marveling at how quickly my job consumes me. I hate to say it's a job when it means so much more to me than that. Nevertheless, it is still a job.
And I had to stop and ask myself, will Parker and Macy know that being their mother consumed me? Will Tony know being his wife consumed me? Will my parents know being their daughter consumed me? Will the dear ones in my life know being their friend consumed me? Will people know that my faith consumed me? I can be so focused on my work that I miss out on my life. On this work day, I am reminding myself to put just as much effort into my life as I do my career. Easier written the done, but I am going to try.