I loved my job, I worked hard, I put everything I had into it. And it was hard, working sixty hours a week and raising a family. And then there was my second job as a fitness professional, and my 120 year old Victorian fixer upper. And my husband, my incredible, patient husband, who’s recovering from colon cancer.
Was it hard? Sure. Did I love it? Yeah.
But, when it was all over, I had to think… Is this really how I want to live? Can this be done better? Can I take the skills I learned as a teacher, social worker, manager, organizer, planner and build a better life?