Waking up everyday at 6am with a sense of total and utter dismay. The routine was always the same: shower, wake everyone, drop off the kiddo at preschool, park, take the Red Line to downtown, get off, walk to work…slowly. At the office, try to keep “busy” but each file that hits your desk produces a hive or two. Once the clock hits 5pm, run out to make the commute home, pick up the kiddos, make dinner, get bedtime started, get the little to bed, and try to stay awake for the few minutes you have awake with your husband before you pass out to do it all again the next morning.
I clocked about one non-errand filled hour with my daughter almost every weekday and if that was bad, my husband and I probably spent a few minutes a day were we weren’t yawning or passing by in our commutes. The only thing getting me by back then (this must have been late 2011) was that evenings I waited for my husband to get home, I blogged. My blog became my sanity. It was my hobby and my way to bring life back to a void I had fallen into…and it was starting to flourish.
When I lost my job right after Thanksgiving, headhunters quickly came a-knockin’. Within a week I had 2 job offers on the table- both Paralegal positions with a steady paycheck and benefits. Both exactly like the job I had just lost and both gave me hives at the thought of doing it all again. So, thanks to my husband, I didn’t.
When the offers came in, Joe saw the anxiety in my eyes. He gave me one look and I purged it all to him. The hours, the staleness, the insanity of the same day in and out, but how I know we needed my paycheck. “So, then don’t go back…you should just write”, were his exact words. But— I countered, the money, the benefits.. the the… but but…and all he said was “whatever it takes, I’m here for you 100%.”
And so, I did it.
Here I am, almost 3 yrs later and my blog is a thriving business with actual employees! I pay people! I’m the boss! It still blows my mind to say that I own my own business…but yet, it’s the most natural fit for me. My husband knew it before I did and his promise was real- he has been there for every mistake, every loss, every do-over. He was there lifting me up when I was ready to quit and cheering me when I won awards and accolades. If I have to put in late hours because of a deadline (or you know, like 5 overdue posts), he’s there- making dinner, doing the laundry, being super dad because…he is there for me.
My guy is not perfect but he’s the only one I want with me through the good and the bad. I love you babe.
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