One week in and I am already reminded how much I thrive off of working. It's funny how fickle (or maybe it's forgetful?) I am when I am off with my intoxicating little e. I think to myself how could I ever leave her? And then I am back at work - after leaving my baby girl in tears, no less - and I am so so happy to be there. To be productive. To be somebody to somebody who can communicate their gratitude!
Let's face it, family's great, but my role is mother and wife - who needs to be grateful for this given? (I kid!)
It's just different.
I also think that I was born to work.
I started babysitting regularly at eleven.
I had my first cleaning job at age 15.
I started in the service industry at the age of 16.
And I've worked more than fifteen jobs (none from which I've been fired) since then...
I thrive off jobs that force me to run off my feet and that ensure that all my synapses are firing full tilt from start to finish.
Oh the adrenaline rush - I am an adrenaline junky!
And teaching is nothing short of all the things I love combined: busy, people oriented, hopeful, changing, creative, unpredictable, always challenging...
You get the idea.
So, as much as I love my daughter, my husband, my home, I need to be away and amongst crazy busy-ness to feel vital in my life. For me.
For them, too, really. Because truly, my job actually revs me up; it does not drain me (usually). So I come home more full than I left, and then I give all of it to my family!
I may not give my full cup to the cooking and cleaning (because who are we kidding? I hate those things with all my might and I will never feel a sense of self or accomplishment or whatever natural born domestic goddesses feel when they have perfectly pressed clothes and perfect lines in their freshly vacuumed rugs) but I will be a happier mom and wife to those who mean the most to me!
And a happy wife, my friends, as we all know, means a happy life!