The One-Third Life Crisis: Full-Time Hustle to SAHM?
I kind of feel like I’ve been in a one-third life crisis for awhile now. Professionally, I’ve been working in social media since the dark ages. Since leaving The Washington Post 10 years ago, my professional self has existed in the realm of social media, digital marketing, and content, in that order. I spent years hitting lists of influential Twitterers and bloggers, and I turned my personal success in the social sphere into a career. At first, it was Jewish nonprofits, and then it became for-profits, and then it was more Jewish nonprofits, and, eventually, I ended up working for a well-funded hardware startup in Silicon Valley. It was my dream turned reality, and I was happy. I had autonomy, I was bought into the brand 100 percent, I believed in the vision and the dream. I loved my job. I really, really loved my job.
That job ended in February for reasons that I cannot and will not get into here, and since then, I float through my days with giant question marks above my head. I know that I no longer love social media. It’s a 24/7 slog of work that just goes and goes and you never really hit your target. There’s always something else, something bigger, something new you have to do to stay relevant.
When my most recent full-time job of two years ended, I realized what I really wanted to do was write. Writing has always been my #1 passion. I’ve got journals going back to first grade. I used to do slam poetry. My blog used to be an every-day pursuit, sometimes with a multi-day posting schedule. I had so much to say, so much to share with the world. Now I’m slogging at a few part-time social media gigs, and I’m basically working to pay for childcare. It feels like I’ve got the boulder on my shoulders and I take one step and fall down under the crushing weight of the rock.
I spent a full-time week doing part-time work, and I fill those hours with my clients because — even though it’s part-time work — what else am I going to do? I apply for jobs, I pursue and bid on content gigs, and I’m not getting anywhere. My happiest, best day recently was when I wrote a blog post for MazelTogether, and it went up into the world.
The reason I love content is because you research it, you write it, you edit it, you post it, and it’s out in the world. Your job is done. What happens after that is up to SEO and SEM masters. Your words fly, they ripple, they’re out there. You don’t have to constantly hit the copy over the head for months on end trying to make something happen. So I’m at this weird juncture in my life crisis. We can’t afford to continue with daycare at this rate, and I can’t continue doing work that isn’t satisfying and is only paying the daycare bill. Mr. T is working a more lucrative job now as an electrician (his life’s work, it’s what he loves B”H), which gives us a bit of leeway, but not much. But every penny I make goes back into daycare, which just doesn’t make sense anymore. Especially if I’m not happy, right? Thus, I’m toying with bringing the kids home part time. Or maybe even full time. I’m not sure yet. Maybe I’ll get a nanny (they’re cheaper than daycare), or maybe I’ll keep them in daycare part time so they can continue being the amazing, social creatures that they are. I’m not cut from the FT SAHM cloth, I know this. But something’s got to give. And, as Mr. T keeps telling me … I need to reset. I’ve been going and going and going and going since, well, since I was 13 (nearly 14) years old and got my first job. Whether in school or working or both, I’ve been hustling for 20 years. And I’m not happy with it anymore. I know having my kids home will allow me to focus 100% on them because job responsibilities won’t bog me down. I’ll be more active and hopefully lose some weight and get healthy. I’ll be a present mom and get to enjoy all that my littles have to offer.
At the same time, I worry about losing relevance. I worry about falling even further out of touch with the digital world that nurtured me all these years, that gave me a platform and space to be Chaviva. I worry about not being in the hustle. I’m a working girl, I’m a Lady Boss. I work hard, even when I don’t have to or shouldn’t. It’s just who I am.
Or, maybe, it’ll just give me room to grow as a writer. Maybe all that time with my kids will make great fodder. I need to reset. I need to stop planning everything out. Man plans, G-d laughs, right?
Originally published at www.kvetchingeditor.com on June 28, 2017.