As a child, my favorite movie was Baby Boom, starring Diane Keaton. (Odd choice for a 9-year-old, I know). The protagonist is JC Wyatt, a high-powered Manhattan ad exec nicknamed "The Tiger Lady," thanks to her unrelenting commitment to all things career. Things go awry in her swanky Manhattan penthouse when some long-lost cousins pass, naming her as the guardian to their toddler.
Initially believing there is no way a baby will slow her down, she quickly finds how unforgiving the business world can be when one maniacally driven power you-know-what tries to find a little work-life balance. Disenchanted, she abandons the city and her career, believing a move to the country with her baby will solve her problems. Alas, she misses the challenges of her work, and is miserable. Eventually, her loneliness gives birth to a new career passion in the gourmet baby food business.
My 9-year-old self idolized the "The Tiger Lady" -- the one who worked long hours, had a repuatation for being a hard-nosed business woman, and lived in a pricey NYC pad. I did go on to work in advertising and marketing, and found success in the field. As a 30-year-old, I didn't particularly like what I did, but I liked building wealth. I relished my freedom, perfectly content to be the "cool aunt" forever. Then I unexpectedly met the man who became my husband. Thoughts started brewing. Maybe there was more to life than making money, fine dining and travel. Along came my son. That's when my perspective changed entirely.
I never intended to quit working after kids. In fact, I was utterly bewildered why anyone would make such a choice. But as they say, you don't know what you don't know. Sure, I had disliked my line of work for many years and admittedly dreaded going into work each morning. But as many do, I rationalized that there's a reason they call it "work." I was raised to believe that the security a traditional job provided was instrumental to life happiness.
Returning to a full-time job after maternity leave and placing my infant son into daycare brought to light emotions I couldn't ignore. I had the nagging realization that I wasn't just wasting my life in a career I hated; I was missing his.
Nearly one year ago, I left the safety of my traditional job to stay at home with my son Noah, and pursue the life and career that I want. I'm working harder than ever to build a new career for less money than I've ever made, attempting to maximize the scarce "free" hours in my day. My undereye circles are promiment, and my workday now begins very early. Office hours are during nap time. My income fluctuates monthly, and I have no idea how what the future holds. I couldn't be happier.
Join my ups, downs and lessons learned as I pursue my dream of developing a flexible, rewarding non-traditional career, while staying at home to raise my son. I'm up for the challenge. Are you?
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