I’ve finally realized something.
All of my adult life and all of my career has been about attaining some arbitrary status…salary…title…position.
I’ve been trying to find my peace in my profession.
I shouldn’t be seeking my value in my employer, nor in my occupation, nor projects, nor from a business card.
I’M A PARENT NOW. Therein is my calling. That is my purpose. That is the epitome of my life cycle here on earth — to procreate, to progenerate, to parent.
No amount of time in the office will ever be an honorable trade-off for the quality time missed with my son. Why am I willing to give 100% to my employer, and settle for being (in my own estimation) a half-ass mom? I refuse to live that way. I don’t want to miss out on motherhood.
I can always make more money. I can’t make more time.