I have much more freedom than I have had in a long time. Too much freedom. Enough to drive me insane half of the time. Enough freedom that I have time to ramble to myself about various things that may or may not be of interest to anybody but me. Once in awhile I will get a genius thought and think, "Man that should really be in a blogpost." So here I am ready for another round. Pretending that this may last. We will see.
I quit my job.
Thus 40+ hours of freedom to do this ^.
I loved my job. I loved my coworkers and the amazing teens I got to work with. I felt like I was making a difference and I knew I was where I was needed. As time went on I became restless. It was time to grow in different ways. It was/is still SCARY. I'm trying to trust that The Lord knows what he is doing. It is a RELIEF. I now have time to take care of my family and myself. It is STRANGE. I haven't been this free since maybe never. I don't know what to do with all this time. The things I dream of doing are more like nightmares if you add a splash of toddler in the mix. Excercise? Ha yeah while Afton tries to climb up on the elliptical with me. (I am currently experimenting with various forms of distraction) Library? All I can see is Afton walking down the aisles ripping books off the shelves. Cooking? Tried it... Somehow Afton ended up with a mouthful of yeast when I wasn't looking.
I haven't even been jobless a month. I still have time to perfect the "art" of entertaining a toddler while getting stuff done.
