And So She Jumped...

Why the ellipses?  First of all, I really dig them.  I feel like it means I'm not quite finished.  Some people get into the semicolon—I like ellipses...

A couple of years go I was this quiet introvert attempting to go through life as unseen as possible.  I've mentioned my comfort zone many times, and I will continue to do so.  Because it's relevant...

I'm sure it's no surprise that I love books. (I didn't get the title #bookpusher just randomly, you know). I'll always be ready to recommend my favorites.  I downloaded a book by an indie author, and I was swept away—then I downloaded more.  I reached out to thank her for such great stories, and like social media tends to do, it led to more...*shrugs* I found out she would be traveling through my area a couple of summers ago, threw together a small meet and greet, and had the chance to meet her in person...

Something significant that stood out to me the more I learned about her was she had reinvented herself.  She set goals, she met them, set new ones...you see where this is going.  She didn't let being uncomfortable deter her from doing things in life.  That was exactly what I'd always done, and I was pretty tired of myself. Rather than seeing life as full of adventures and possibilities, I felt like I had to keep my comfort zone sweater tightly clasped around me.  I wanted to keep people at a distance because I'd been hurt and thought it was the only way to protect myself.  Here's where the real transformation took place... (<--- just love those)

As much as I never liked calling attention to myself, I have always loved supporting, praising, and watching others be successful from behind the scenes.  I was a teacher's assistant in high school for three years, and my last job before my oldest was born was working as a personal assistant for a business owner where we lived at the time. I'd never worked in social media, but despite my hesitance I really felt like I could do it. Well, I hoped I could...

Something amazing happened in the process of the new adventure.  I started to grow as an individual.  I started doing things I would've never even considered previously.  Readers trips where I had to *gulp* talk in front of everyone?  No way, that's crazy.  They would think I was stupid. Managing an ever-growing group of people and having to be "on" personality-wise all of the time?  Not possible. I'd sound stupid.  No one would tolerate me. THOSE are the thoughts I had.  But here's the REAL magic.  The more I got to know readers, the more I realized a common theme...people just want to be seen.  No matter their personalities, no matter their backgrounds, people should ALL be made to feel like they are seen...heard...accepted...

I've always believed one of the cruelest things you can do to someone is to ignore them.  I'm not talking about bullies or really awful people.  Let's face it, they exist.  But even when someone is being mildly unpleasant, many times they just feel unseen and unheard.  What does it take to share a smile, a kind word, or just a bit of encouragement?  And the more I worked towards TRYING to make others feel seen and heard and valuable, the more blessed I was by getting to know some truly wonderful people...and they changed me.  I'm not saying I'm no longer introverted.  I truly am—it's an inherent part of me.  But suddenly I wasn't nearly as afraid to speak up and reach out. I didn't feel nearly as scared about being seen.  And for the first time in a long time I allowed myself to make actual friends outside of the SUPER tiny comfort zone I'd maintained...

So fast forward to recent events.  Once again I felt led to let someone know they were seen and mattered. I reached out to someone to simply thank them for a post that touched me, resonated with me.  And it led to conversations and a world of new possibilities.  It was totally unplanned and unexpected, but now I was really in a place of needing to make a decision.  Could I adequately give enough of myself being split between my job managing the author's social media while trying to learn so many things with my new position?  The scope of things I'm learning is so much bigger, and I had to make a decision.  Do I stay safe in my comfort zone sweater...or do I jump in with both feet...

The idea of leaving the groups was gut-wrenching.  Early on the author and I decided to change the name to include the word community because we wanted it to be just that—a community where people could safely come together and feel a part of something.  And all of the readers made it possible to be just that—a community. I'm not leaving just a job, I'm leaving a piece of my heart behind with all of you. I'm going to leave all of the author related groups.  Now before you think that's a terrible thing, understand there's no way a transition can take place if I stay.  It's not because I have to leave or don't want to be here anymore. It wouldn't be fair for me to be in the background because lines would be blurred, and it would be natural for people to default to me for answers. I still have every intention of sharing in your excitement and love of books. I'm not leaving this industry, I'm just moving on to bigger things...

So I jumped...

P.S. I am pretty much on every relevant social media platform (see all the links below).  I'm not leaving social media.  I would GLADLY welcome any of you on my friends list—so feel free to request me and comment, message, etc. I have, and will continue, to enjoy your messages and posts.  You can still ask me for book recommendations. I love it. You can also follow me on this blog where I'll be posting about my new adventures and my regular life-y stuff.  (And obviously making up words like life-y) Please keep in touch as that's the only way to ease the bittersweet feeling of leaving. Come be excited with me because there's so much more to come...

Update one year later...

I'm torn between, "It's only been a year?" and "Wow, it's already been a year?" The decision to jump was the best possible choice I could've made. It led to bigger and better things, some truly amazing people, and opportunities to learn things I'd wanted to learn for a long time. One of the best parts is so many people kept in touch, so it's not like I truly left anyone behind.

Being self-employed is a special kind of challenge, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.  But that is a different blog post and one I wrote already. (HERE if you're curious) *wink* I thought I was leaving for one purpose and ended up going a completely different direction in the best way possible. 

If I've learned anything, it's not to stay too comfortable for too long. Comfort zones often equal complacency and growing stagnant. So get out there and take some chances, learn new things, and remember it's okay to be afraid as long as fear doesn't stop you from trying new things.

I'd love to know about things you've done despite being nervous or afraid. Feel free to reach out and share your experiences. New adventures are the best when you share them!

Meanwhile, I can't wait to see what happens a year from now...

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Comfort Zones are Meant to Stretch!

As a diehard introvert, my comfort zone has always been tightly woven around me like a comfortable sweater. My zone wouldn't even qualify as a bubble because round would've been too spacious. The last couple of years have been a journey an overhaul (yeah, that sounds more like it) to that comfort zone.  I wish I could say I woke up one day with an epiphany and just decided it was time for personal growth.  But I can't.  (**whispers** Because I’d be lying).

As a teenager, I was painfully shy.  I was the kid who would do TWO projects so I could still receive an A once I refused to present the first. In Jr. High I had a teacher who allowed me to come in during lunch to present my project to her.  In high school I had a couple of teachers who not only understood but allowed the extra work so I could keep the high grades I worked so hard for. These days, I’m usually not shy.  It’s always funny to me when I say I’m an introvert and someone says, “No you aren’t! You are not shy at all!”  That’s correct, I’m not—usually. I still have moments since old habits are hard to break. But introverted and shy are not the same.

A few years ago, I was obligated to attend a holiday dinner with Wes.  Most of the attendees were upper level team members, and let me tell you I felt as out of place as possible.  Two things happened that left me wanting to crawl so far out of my skin that I’d be unrecognizable for the remainder of my days.  The initial problem was we weren’t able to select our own meals, and it was served family style.  I’m not ashamed of the fact I’ve always been a picky eater, nor am I ashamed to say I had food issues earlier in my life. (but that’s an entirely different subject covered HERE) It’s part of who I am.  But already being uncomfortable makes those traits flare and pulse with a life of their own.  The moment I looked down at my plate and saw a tiny squid looking back at me (tentacles and all), I was D O N E with that meal.  Oh well, not a big thing, right?  In the scheme of things, it was cake.

The traumatizing part came after the meal while
everyone chatted innocently.  I was content to listen and watch for the most part.  Some of the conversation was pretentious (you know how it is in larger groups), but the people were fairly nice.  Fate decided to twist the night from uncomfortable to gruesome on a horror movie level.  Wes’s VP announced she wanted everyone to go around the table and introduce themselves.  Not only that, she wanted everyone to tell the group something interesting about themselves.  This is where my soul ran screaming from me leaving a shell of panic and horror.  What in the ACTUAL Hell was I doing there?  She wanted me to not only speak in front of everyone but talk about myself on top of it.  Had someone offered me a way out via death at that moment, I might’ve taken them up on it.  (**whispers** I so would’ve.) Despite my love of learning about other people and things, and my enjoyment of listening, I have never liked talking about myself.  I still don’t.  I know I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights when Wes glanced over at me.  Oh, he knew.  Wait, it gets worse.

As if fate hadn't already screwed me over, Wes’s VP looks down the table – AT ME – and tells me I have to go first.  I looked frantically for the black hole I’d prayed so fervently for but no such luck.  Something you should know about me is that I make awkward jokes when I’m uncomfortable.  I can’t help it.  Just call me Chandler Bing.  (FRIENDS reference for those poor souls who don’t know) I managed to fumble out the basics, but I still hadn’t landed on something interesting to say.  As far as I was concerned, there was NOTHING interesting to say.  In the last split second I choked out, “… and I really hate speaking in public.”

**CRICKETS** So. Many. CRICKETS.

What felt like a lifetime was really only a couple of seconds before Wes jumped in with his turn and did that magnificent thing he does of speaking in public with ease.  Seriously, what IS that ability?  I swear it’s a super power.  Needless to say, I heard about my response later.  Apparently, it was entirely inappropriate.

Know what else is inappropriate?  Putting me on the spot in front of 25+ people.  I promise whatever anyone else thought could not have superseded my own burning shame. During that time of my life, I truly believed being an introvert was a detriment, something that made me weaker than other people.  I. WAS. WRONG.  Somewhere along the way I’ve realized there is absolutely nothing wrong with being introverted.  Granted, being stagnant and not fostering personal growth isn’t healthy either. Like everything else in life, balance is a necessity.

BY THE WAY, I'd nail it now.  I might be uncomfortable, but I'd be confident ... at least on the outside.  *wink*  (hey, who said growing happened quickly?)  I've had more opportunities since then to speak and be "on", and even if it's still hard, I don't back down.  Maybe I'll have more chances.  *shrugs*

At the time I had my own small business sewing boutique hair bows online and at craft shows.   I was constantly busy, but I was firmly out of the regular world.  Fast forward a couple of years, and I think I might’ve lost my mind somewhere along the way.  I took a job in social media.  Granted, I could still work from home (Or Starbucks, the car, sitting at a stoplight, from bed, at school functions … you get the drift … the over doing it is strong in this one, folks.), but I was also in a position suddenly to have to be “ON” all of the time.  I’d rather eat grass than ever make anyone feel dismissed or unseen because I was having an introverted moment.  So I learned to set it aside and threw myself into it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a diehard introvert.  I’m writing this as I sit on an airplane with my earbuds in so I won’t be obligated to carry on a conversation. There’s nothing playing on the earbuds.  **face palm** #notevensorry

Too many things happened in a couple of years to go through them all.  I’ve met the most amazing people and made friendships that continue to surprise me.  After some bad experiences, I’d vowed to steer clear of getting beyond acquaintance with people. I did really well for a long time, but the nature of my job found me unexpectedly connecting with others. And the overall idea I’ve come to embrace comes from something I read awhile back.  It mentioned intentionally doing things to make yourself uncomfortable.  And I haven’t stopped.  Don’t get me wrong, my brain is still constantly working, and oh the anxiousness roiling in stomach when it's throttling full speed ahead … but I haven’t stopped doing new things. In fact, I’m learning to be excited by the possibilities so that there’s something positive warring alongside the anxiousness.  Someday the excitement will outweigh the anxiousness until many of these things will no longer be uncomfortable. #goals

In less than an hour, I’m meeting two brand new people that not only popped into my life unexpectedly but made me fall in love with them pretty quickly.  During my layover today,I made plans for a weekend trip in November with another person I’ve gotten to know online. (Shoutout Twinsie) A couple of years ago I can’t imagine I would’ve jumped on an airplane and flown halfway across the country on an adventure like this.  But I am today – and I’m SO excited about it.  Seriously.  No words.

Dawn

Dawn 

Misty tendrils winding through morning dew

While the world waits in silent anticipation

For the moment when sparkling rays

Of golden sunshine brighten the morning.

Warming the chilly breeze with a slow burn, 

As it swirls through leaves, waking birds

Who echo one another in greeting.

Shadows shorten, revealing their secrets

Which lose their mystery in the growing light.

New beginnings so shrouded by night

Breathe new hope with twilight's rival.

~ Jamie Davis

Weighing In And Stepping Out On Body Image

Body image is a prevalent focus in media today.  Whether or not it's a Love Yourself theme, or mainstream media pressing people to find beauty in the so-called "perfect" body, we're surrounded on all sides by the concept of body image. I've been contemplating this blog post since I had a conversation with my daughter about loving herself and accepting herself for who she is. I felt like a huge hypocrite on one hand, and on the other hand I felt like I was reaching to save her from struggling with the same self-doubts that myself, and many others, struggle with daily.  I've started to write this blog post five or six times and abandoned it when it started to feel too personal ... too private.

So why the hesitation for this blog post? Because I'm great with sharing funny things on Facebook and don't mind blogging about marriage and kids, but I'm not so fantastic at sharing things firmly marked "Private" in my heart. In a world filled with social media on every front, we tend to see people through a tinted and skewed, even somewhat shiny, veil that is two-dimensional.  On the other hand, we joke about people who use their status updates as a diary and share TOO much.  So where is the fine line between being real vs being too out there? Because I work in the world of indie publishing, I spend a lot of time on social media so I'm active and post regularly and share the trivial things; but there is a limit to what I am willing to share even if I occasionally step a bit outside that comfort zone for one reason or another.  But I digress ... this blog post isn't about social media, so back to the point.

I look at my daughter, this beautiful but petite package, so full of personality, and in the throes of puberty.  God help us all, it's like watching an alien birth out of the innocent, naive baby she's always been.  High maintenance has always been an apt description for this little stick of dynamite, and she's an extrovert. That's not a "language" I speak well. At all. But she's hit that phase where she's unsure of herself, where kids are cruelly hateful about pretty much anything, and where she's more aware of her appearance overall.  She's trying to figure out who she is, and I'm scrambling to know how to encourage her self-confidence and positive body image when it's not something I'm even good at for myself -- hence the hypocrisy.

By the time I hit junior high and high school, I was the poster child for an eating disorder. Childhood experiences left me with a terrible self-image that I kept hidden from everyone, and I was such a textbook case.  It only took that first time of realizing that eating was something I could actually control in my otherwise out-of-control life for me to be in over my head. But no one knew. Later on a few people became aware of the situation through one means or another, but mostly it was a burden I carried on my own.  The few people who did find out thought it was over and done years before it truly was under control. I didn't talk about it, I did my best not to let anyone see. Like many struggling with eating disorders, not eating, or purging what I did, was only a symptom of something much deeper in my psyche.

The ironic thing is that I was never unaware of my problem.  I knew I had an eating disorder, knew that my body image was completely distorted, and I studied everything I could get my hands on in order to understand it all.  I was very careful not to lose too much weight, and to remain unseen with my habits as much as possible.  And even though I was fortunate not to suffer outward physical ill effects, the many years of struggle took a toll on my self-image. Even once I learned to control the symptoms (because the not eating and purging really are just a symptoms of something deeper), I still looked at myself through a distorted veil—still do to be truthful.

I neither need, nor want, people to lecture me about my size, body shape, how I look, or anything else remotely related.  It doesn't help.  In fact, it actually just makes things more awkward and uncomfortable.  Guess what?  I've probably studied more about it than you have unless you're in the same boat—or a psychologist.  Even if you KNOW someone who's struggled with it, it's not the same as actually living it. In the *mumbles* years since I first tripped and fell into those terrible habits, I've rarely spoken about it in depth to anyone. Why?  Because I don't want to be lectured, judged, told "I'd love to be your size", or scrutinized when someone shares a meal with me. If you mention an eating disorder, people immediately begin evaluated how you really aren't that thin or are suddenly are super interested in the food you do or don't eat. I'm already a VERY picky eater, to an extreme, so I do not want more notice. 

**Side note: WHY do people feel the need to comment on what you do or don't eat, how much you do or don't eat, when you do or don't eat? I don't understand the nosiness of always questioning other people's food habits.**

How did I overcome? Physically, the more control I had over my own life, the better I did with the physical aspect.  My husband was a great deal of help, didn't try to push me or cajole me or control me—he just loved me.  Mentally? The best line I heard came from a movie about a girl with anorexia.  

I may never be completely cured, that this disease doesn’t always go away; it’s kind of lurking around, like my Achilles heel, but it’s alright because I’m stronger than it is. I know I can make it. I know I have the strength to save myself.

I've never forgotten those lines, and I never will. I remind myself of them from time to time when it's necessary. I don't think the mental aspect will ever fully go away...I'll just be stronger.

So I have to tread lightly while my little girl is so easily influenced in her formative years.  I want to instill self-confidence and self-respect in her that she is beautiful and perfect the way she is.  I want to teach her that food isn't "good" or "bad",  and that being healthy is about moderation in all things and taking care of yourself—NOT the numbers on a scale.  I don't buy magazines because the pictures are SO unrealistic.  I try very hard not to mention my personal insecurities about my body in front of her.  I haven't always been perfect at it, but I've grown more diligent in recent years.

Summer is a brutal time of the year on body image.  Bathing suits are nature's way of making sure to keep us firmly planted in reality.  Society tells us we need to look a certain way before donning the spandex that never covers the areas we detest most.  Less clothes in summer means less ways to hide the things we don't like.  So do I miss out on enjoying the beach because I'm feeling completely insecure about how I look, or do I suck it up and push through in the hopes that one day maybe I'll be confident to not feel quite so self-conscious?  I dare say it's the latter because I don't ever want her to look at me and know that I didn't jump in the waves with her because I didn't look good enough.  How ridiculous does that statement look in actual black and white?  Screw being "ready" because she's watching me ... and learning. And there's a lot of truth to the old adage, "Fake it 'til you make it!" 

But if you ask me to hang out at the pool with you, or go to the beach with you, no way am I wearing a bathing suit. Going with my family to a beach where no one knows me is one thing, but I don't know that I'll ever reach a point I'd wear a bathing suit in front of anyone I know beyond my husband and kids. Some things never change. 

I'll keep working on that inner voice, that critic who is completely irrational more times than not, and keep working to teach my daughter God made her beautifully perfect just the way she is.

I take it back ... I'm okay after all!

Admittedly, I've been a huge hypocrite.  I've spent so much of my time telling other people why they are awesome, why they should love themselves, and why they shouldn't think their personalities are bad just because they don't go with the status quo.  I'm great at dishing out the pep talk, and I SUCK at applying it to my own life.  Yeah, yeah ... I know, that's not an eloquent word -- but it gets the point across, and it's nicer than some others I could use.

Over the years I've randomly written things about my family's antics, or even snippets of things just for myself that I've saved to look back over from time to time, but last year I intentionally set up a blog despite doing very little with it. I called it Stretching the Comfort Zone, and the entire point of the name is that I've spent a couple of years seriously stretching my personal comfort zones -- like a lot.  Today I felt it stretching again, but this time I nearly heard an audible *POP* as I came to a nasty realization.  I've spent years apologizing for something I should NOT be apologizing for.

I'm taking back some of my own random apologies.  Yeah, that's right - Taking.Them.Back. I've repeatedly found myself apologizing over the years for over communicating. Huh?  I was getting ready to apologize again for it earlier (I literally just did it last night -- you know who you are -- I'd say sorry but ... not so much now) when I realized how freaking STUPID that is.  WHY ON EARTH would I apologize because I take MY TIME to try and explain what I'm thinking enough to be clear?  I'm a solid supporter of being introverted -- I'm tried and true -- yet I'm apologizing that when I do have something to say it's "too much".  Where's the logic?  There IS no logic there.  

The majority of my life is lived via typed communication.  I'm surrounded on all sides working with people who WRITE for a living -- they tell stories and build mental images and characters WITH THEIR WORDS.  I spend most of every day immersed in worlds created by the WRITTEN WORD yet I apologize that I over explain and type "too much" when I'm communicating. Wes will often glance over and see me typing out yet another message or paragraph to someone and make comments about how it's "too much" to read for the other person.  Or how I should be more direct or cut back on what I say. Caleb tells me, "Just pick up the phone and call, for Pete's sake!"

WHY SHOULD I?  As much as it is someone else's right to be short and sweet, or even terse at times, in their responses, why isn't it my right to be more verbose? Why is one better or worse than the other?  Because I feel guilty that I'm "taking up too much" of their time?  Isn't mine just as valuable?  You know what takes up a lot of time?  MISUNDERSTANDINGS from lack of communication.  Oh yeah, that's right, I said it.  Whereas some people might find it taxing to have to read too much, maybe the over communicators of us find it taxing to constantly be second-guessing what others of the less communicating route are thinking or mean in their semi-explained responses.  

You know what I've finally figured out today?  One is NO WORSE than the other.  Neither are wrong. We're all different.  Part of my personality might be annoying to some, but guess what?  Just maybe sometimes their lack of communication annoys me. I'm done feeling guilty, done apologizing, for something that is NOT a flaw except to those who think their way is the only "right" way. 

What it boils down to is being KIND to others even if we don't fully understand their personalities.  I have no right to ask them to change who they are, so neither do they (the proverbial "they") have a right to think I should change.  There truly does have to be a compromise between both that leaves neither feeling slighted or frustrated, but that requires effort -- on both parts. 

I'd apologize for taking too many paragraphs to explain, but that would be hugely hypocritical ... wouldn't it? It's a dirty little habit that might take me some time to break, but I'm determine to stop apologizing for my personality constantly and seeing myself as less than simply because my personality isn't conforming to those around me.

I've had the beautiful and eye-opening pleasure of getting to know a couple of women over the last year or so that have been shining examples of learning to be okay with who I am and not constantly feel inferior for reasons that make no sense.  Hopefully, they know who they are (because I'll over explain and tell them, of course), and I'm eternally grateful for their unwitting examples.  I'm always going to over think and ponder if I'm saying too much or not enough -- it's just the way I'm wired. But maybe someday I'll figure out this skin of mine, stretch it to the point of growing a little more here and there, then lather, rinse, and repeat.

*SOMETIMES* I'm A Lousy Mother!

**Repost from last May from an old Blog -- but the essence is the same no matter when/who/where**

*Sometimes* I’m a lousy mother.

Mother’s Day weekend finds me sitting in the car outside of my oldest child’s first job shadowing opportunity. It’s Saturday, traffic is awful, and my attempt at shopping was thwarted by the immense crowds thronging every place within a ten mile radius. No thanks, I’ll sit in the car with my own little personal space. Besides, Starbucks happy hour isn’t for another hour and a half.
Body image isn’t the only way women are trained to compare themselves. Social media is full of examples of super moms who can handle it all, with a smile no doubt, and perfect hair and singing songs while birds sing in chorus as back up. Yeah, that’s not me. Either social media is not necessarily always truthful (*gasp* say it isn’t so), or I’m just WAY down the list of possible super moms.

~ I don’t cook my kids (or husband) breakfast. Nope, I get up at 5:00 M-F to fix lunches, fix hair, find clothes, keep everyone organized, AND make sure they are not late. That includes getting myself ready as well. So no, I don’t cook in the morning. They have to be out of the door by 6:25 am to be on time, so Pop Tarts, pastries, and cereal seem perfectly fine by me.

~ Sometimes I gripe about having to drive them everywhere. YES, I’ve been a SAHM for 16 years. YES, I know it’s privilege, but you know what? I’m freaking human. I get tired. I get busy. And sometimes I don’t want to drive 20 minutes back into town for ANOTHER time that day. But I do it despite the sigh or the eye roll.

~ I’m learning to juggle being a WORK at home mom now on top of a SAHM. Yeah, the last part didn’t disappear because I have a couple of work at home jobs. I’m still suppose to keep everything going, give all the attention everyone needs, AND manage to keep up with jobs. Just because they aren’t full time doesn’t mean it’s less of a learning process. My husband thinks I’m always too busy for him, my kids always have to hear, “Hang on, I have to work for a few more minutes,”, and more than once lately I’ve said they’re getting frozen pizza because I don’t have time to cook. I’ll figure it out - eventually - but I’m not terribly apologetic because it’s OKAY for them to realize that I’m more than a chef, maid, chauffeur, and hair stylist. I’m an entire person that encompasses those things AS WELL as others. Some of them I’m still figuring out since I’ve spent so many years of my life focusing mostly on the first three things.

~ I don’t volunteer with school anymore. I spent SO MANY YEARS volunteering for most things at school. I ran organized parties, ran book fairs, tutored, stuffed Tuesday folders, and made copies. I’m still there for every Award Ceremony, for every performance, but I just don’t have time to volunteer for things right now. I’m not going to feel guilty because I DID put a lot of years into it.

~ I get frustrated with my kids. My daughter is very high maintenance. She’s adorable and sweet and loving, but she requires a lot “MORE” all the way around from day to day. I can’t help it, I get frustrated. I will look them right in the eye and tell them they’re being annoying. SOMETIMES THEY ARE! Better me tell them than someone at school that uses it to ridicule or laugh at them. People sometimes can’t handle that we are blunt with our kids. No one is perfect all of the time - including them - it doesn’t make me a bad parent to tell them when they’re being jerks.

All of those things, and a myriad of others, make me a lousy mom sometimes. However, there are many more things that make me great that are often ignored on those days I feel guilty for what I’m not.

~ I pick my kids up every day from school.
~ I spend hours sitting in the car driving, waiting, driving more.
~ I’m teaching my teenager to drive. It’s scary. I’m doing it.
~ I might not bake in the kitchen with them, but I do take them places, bring them little treats, etc.
~ I pack their lunch every day so they don’t have to eat school food.
~ Even if it’s frozen, not organic, and wasn’t made from scratch, I make sure they eat every day.
~ I’m always there after school. They can take me for granted because I’ll be there, and that’s something.
~ I explain WHY I’m pissy when they act rotten so they will understand how to act in the real world.

I could go on because every day is filled with things I do great and many other things where I fail. It’s okay. I’m here. I adore my kids. Being a mom is everything I wanted out of life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Even as I sit here, in the car again, waiting for my teenager as usual, I’m not sorry. I’m ready to go home, but I’m not sorry.

Working From Home Is Beautifully Brutal

Me too, Bruce ... me too.

Let's clear this up right away - I LOVE my jobs - all of them.  The first person to tell me I don't sound grateful will receive a smoking bag of USED cat litter--and probably a rude gesture emoticon.  (Thank you, Apple) 

I've worn a lot of hats career-wise in my decades years of working. I've worked outside the home both full and part time, had a few small businesses, raised kids, been a military wife ... all while always finding some way of contributing financially while still giving the majority of focus to my kids.  I helped Wes get through two Associate degrees, a Bachelor degree, AND a Masters degree. Meanwhile, I sort of forgot what it was like to be just Jamie.  I think that's a common thing for SAHMs, and I wouldn't trade it, but it was time to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up now that my little chicks didn't need me as much.

So I not only reentered the world of employment, but I did so with something so completely out of my comfort zone that I'm still surprised by it some most days. I'm so absolutely thankful for the work I do from home.  And I love it.  And I'm a bit nuttier for it, but most people didn't know me beforehand anyway. *shrugs* My relatives often think I've lost it. *snort*  The joke's on them--I'm as weird as I ever was.

There are fantastic benefits to working from home, and I'm quick to point them out.

•  I can still take my kids back and forth to school and have every day since they started.
• When someone is sick, I'm here to take care of them.
• When I'm sick, I don't have to call in!
• Working from home means feeding my inner introvert in the best way when I really don't feel like "people-ing".

• My schedule is flexible to deal with life stuff, and I can work on-the-go whether I'm traveling, sitting at school functions, or sitting at the car dealership for the umpteenth freaking time. (no bitterness there, stupid car) 
• I can look as ugly as I want, and my two cats don't care. And because cats.

• I have my dream computer, keep updated w/ phones and iPads (for the most part), and I can write it off.  Not to mention the days I work at Starbucks, the coffee is a write-off as well.

• When I work at home I never run out of coffee, and the bathroom is always nearby.
• I can play the music as loud as I want, and the only people who might care are the neighbors if I have the windows open.  Sorry, neighbors.
• I work with AMAZING people that I admire very much.
• I've MET amazing people that continue to bless me daily and make me smile.
• I have the chance to learn new things constantly, and that's a big deal for me because I LOVE learning new things.
• I've been forced to push so far outside my comfort zones that I'm evolving and have no idea where it will go -- which can be a great thing!

• Having to be careful what I post online means I'm thoughtful about it and tend to not end up in pointless debates about explosive topics.  I am NOT inclined to debate.
• The books ... oh the books ... the wonderful, awesome, amazing books by wonderful, awesome, amazing people.
• ... I could go on for days.

As awesome as all of those things are, there's no such thing as the perfect scenario. Regardless of the advantages, not everyone is equipped personality-wise to work from home no matter how much they think they could do your job better. *wink* Even a perfect-for-you career has trade-offs.

• When I'm sick, I still work.  No kidding, I was yakking awhile back and still working in between bouts of heaving.  Is it required? No. It's just the way I'm wired.
• With my main job, I'm connected online *mumbles* hours a day, no matter where I am, what's going on, and who I'm with.  Not everyone gets it but most understand. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I look like an addict to anyone who doesn't understand what I do.
• I feel G-U-I-L-T-Y if I take time off, and I am entirely uncomfortable until I am back online and plugged into whatever I'm working on or keeping up with the various aspects of social media.  But I feel G-U-I-L-T-Y if I don't stop and focus on the kids when they finally deem my presence worthy want to talk.

• No one advocates for me BUT me. I don't have a set of guidelines or corporate rules I can shelter under.  When it comes time to deal with anything, the buck always stops with me. I'm not overly assertive, and that can be is a challenge.  I'm bound by necessary discretion on many things, and that leaves little room for asking advice when I have a business snafu.
• The looking ugly thing backfires when you start to resent days you have to actually dress like a grown up and leave the house for more than school pick up.

• That whole "writing off" thing means I have a CPA, have more complicated taxes, and have more to keep up with than W2 forms or basic tax deductions. And taxes.
• There's no downside to the coffee, so forget that.
• That evolving thing requires stretching comfort zones, which is not always pleasant.  Learning to balance being an introvert with needing to be "on" all the time for my main job isn't easy.  It's GOOD for me--and I'm thankful for the growth--but it's not the piece of cake people assume.

• On the downside to being careful what I post online, it makes me overthink A LOT. 
• I'm a perfectionist, and I try TOO hard, which is often annoying to people stuck working with me.  Oh, and I over clarify.  Ugh -- those poor people who work with me. *whispers* sorry
• I often don't know how to describe WHAT I do overall because it's SO multi-faceted for many reasons.  I tend to dumb it down, which makes it seem insignificant and like I'm just addicted to my phone/iPad/computer.  I mean, I am, but it pays to be. *wink* 

• If you accidentally misspell something or make a small error, working online means coming in contact with that certain group of people who are dying to call you out.

• In the same tone of the previous point, when you accidentally mistype something or make an awkward comment, EVERYONE sees it online -- and judges you.

• Last but not least, I still have all of that pesky "running a household" stuff to keep up with on top of working full time+. Laundry, kid ferrying, school functions, regular world tasky crap ... it all waits to be finished no matter how many work hours are put in.

At the end of the day, no matter how long it's been, I love what I do and every single person I work with.  I don't feel guilty for the random perks because I work pretty freaking hard for them.  In the beginning I felt like I shouldn't say it's awesome because it would sound like bragging.  I've since realized I don't have to feel guilty for working my butt off, working ungodly amounts of hours, and putting my whole heart into what I do.  NOTHING is all roses and sunshine, and no matter how awesome the job, no one else sees everything that goes on behind the scenes. I'm a workaholic, but I'm also a work in progress, so I'm still learning and have infinite amounts to absorb.  I'll get some of it right, and lots of it wrong, but in the end there's a balance of awesome moments and not-so-much-awesome moments--with a bit more weight on the former. 

And that's all I have to say about that ... for now...well, until the edits below...

Edited to add:
One year from this post has brought about SO many changes.  The learning never stops, and I love that part.  I love what I do more now than ever.  It challenges me, it keeps me busy, drives me bonkers, and generally keeps me in a constant flux of not being caught up.  But I'm blessed, stressed, and comfortably dressed. HA!