So why’d I do it? Why did I quit my job?
I thought my plan for my life was pretty clear cut. I would have babies, but I’d also have my career.
Simple as that.
And then I had her and all the sudden, it sounded good in my head… made sense when I said it… confused the heck out of my heart.
Here’s the problem. I want the time. All of it. You see, my snuggly, mushy, newborn is a crawling, chattering, pre-toddler… and that only took 8 months. I don’t want the time to go faster than it already is because I’m rushing though life… and I am. Rushing. Rushing to work. Rushing home from work. Rushing everywhere. Rushing everything.
Being a full-time working mom. It’s doable, absolutely. But for me, there’s a price to pay. A price that I can’t put a value on and no salary could match.
My time with Kennedy is priceless.
If I kept at this pace, I’d miss it. Life. Time. Even worse… I’d wish it away.
I was a career girl, but now I’m a mommy. So I quit. Because I was blessed with the choice. Because I can’t get this time back. It’s now or never and I’m choosing now.