When I quit my job last fall, the main reason was to be a stay-at-home-mom. But the other reason was to have sort of gap year, I guess I’d call it. If I were 18 and British. I wanted to have the time and energy to do and try all the things I’d been talking about for years. As my old job was quite demanding, I had very little of myself left at the end of each day to devote to other, more personal creative projects. Like this blog.
You may have noticed I’ve slowed down with the posts. It’s not because I ran out of things to say or I’m bored. Quite the contrary. I’ve been working for several hours a day on material for some writing program applications. I won’t go too into it because:
- I don’t want to jinx it.
- Nothing will probably come of it.
- As someone said to me at a party last weekend, I might be afraid to succeed.
But today marks a big milestone. Not for Posey, but for me. I finished the applications, and I sent them in. Cheers to me. Now what?
I think I may have been devoting so much time on this one thing to avoid another thing. I need to start looking for a job soon. Maybe.
When is the right time to go back to work? I’ve had so many interesting conversations about this topic lately…
Stay tuned. We’ll be right back.