“Choose a Job You Love and You’ll Never Have to Work a Day in Your Life.” —Confucius
I know what I’m doing, even if you don’t think so.
For over a decade, I allowed my ex-husband to define what “work” meant to me. Apparently, what I was doing day in and day out at home with two young kids, wasn’t it.
I specifically remember one night he told me, “You help spend the money. You need to help make it!” I was seven months pregnant with our daughter at the time, and I had our three-year-old son in tow all day long. He often pressured me to take a graveyard shift at a grocery store in a dicey part of town for $7.25 an hour so I could start contributing to the household and add some value to our family.
Today is not the only day where I define what work means to me (after believing for so long that what I was doing wasn’t it), but also the day I have the opportunity to share it with you.
“Work” is any job I do, paid or unpaid, that’s important to me. It’s anything I work incredibly hard at, pour my heart and soul into — and anything that sits at the very core of who I am and have always been.
I’m a Mother, a Writer, a Musician, a Caregiver, an Athlete, and a Student.
