Working full time has (whether for better or worse) given me a sense of purpose and afforded me a decent paycheck. I always wondered, because I don’t have a job am I worthless? valueless? useless? I struggled with that notion daily. I was extremely insecure about being a college grad from a prestigious school and choosing a lifestyle of homemaking. Unsure of whether I was setting myself up for a lifetime of unemployment, and being potentially unable to provide for myself should the need ever arise. I don’t miss the lack of security I felt for being unemployed. Many days the only human interaction I had was with my husband, who understandably, didn’t always come home wanting to talk for extensive amounts of time. I miss blogging about my day’s activities as a young woman discovering “housewifery” as a newly wed. ![]() I miss 10 am walks outside for exercise, sunlight, and fresh air. I miss watching terrible Bollywood movies from start to finish and enjoying every bit of it at two o clock in the afternoon once my work was finished. I miss the structure I created for myself that was designed to keep order in my home. ![]() Enjoying the way natural light fills a room instead of fluorescent bulbs. I miss the days when it was easier to appreciate the little things that happen every day in our lives. My house was exactly in order, and all the meals we ate were well prepared and never rushed. I miss my former life where I was generally stress free.
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