I've had a difficult time these past few months with balancing work and life. I'm exhausted when I leave work and feel overwhelming guilty when I get home and see Mad. I wonder why I'm spending so much time, giving so much of myself to others - and my own baby is at home without me.
Recently, I confided in one of the teachers at work. I let her know that it's a struggle for me to come to work to each day. I told her that I loved teaching. I loved being around children. I loved watching them learn. I chose this career because I believed it to be something very similar to teaching. But this, what I'm doing now, this is very different from what I imagined. This is consuming, suffocating at times. It's difficult.
She told me that I would regret leaving. I would look back on that decision and wish I had chosen differently. She asked me to take some time off, get some rest, and spend time with my family.
My teacher friend is right. I've made a commitment and I'll have to follow through with it. I also know that this is important - that I teach my daughter about commitments, but I need her to know that she should never have to compromise who she is and what she believes in. I'll never do that again.
Soon after our talk, we found out that we had a cash buyer for Taulbee (the house wasn't even on the market). We're closing in two weeks. After only a few short months and without any renovations, I had made my entire yearly salary on this one deal. Brian is very proud of me. I'm just so dang happy that I get to remind him that he wanted nothing to do with this house. :)
