Giving Notice

Last week I made a phone call that was harder to make than I expected. I gave six weeks’ notice. I’m quitting my job!

It was tough making that phone call because it’s not just about a job. It’s also about relationships that I’ve developed. And I hated to disappoint. I know they’ll have a hard time finding the right fit to replace me in that small non-profit office.

I have no doubt that this is the right decision for me, for my kids, and for our family home life. I will no longer feel like my time is divided and I’m serving two masters. My kids are growing up so fast. I feel like every time I blink, they are onto a new phase of childhood. Quitting my part time, work-from-home job will enable me to have more space in my life to enjoy my children. I’m determined not to fill up this space with “things” but to just enjoy them and develop a more loving, warm, and rich home-life. I feel like I need to do this in order to have the home-life I want.

I’m very grateful that Kevin wholeheartedly supports this decision. It is something we have both been working toward for a long time.

Lately I’ve been spending a large portion of my working hours with Clara on my lap. She is getting more mobile, sleeping less, and lately is more demanding of my time. This in and of itself was reason to quit.

And, with Kevin drawing near to the end of his time in school, my quitting became an easier choice for us financially speaking. I’ve always been secretly glad I never made much money. It’s probably easier to quit a job knowing you didn’t bring in six figures.

So, sometime in mid-April I’ll be a free woman. I’m already relishing that day.