It was my last day.
Boxes were packed, desk was cleared, book shelf bare and my filing cabinet had been emptied. Paintings were stacked nearby and as I looked about my old office, I began to wonder why it was that I had been looking forward to this day.
Rain pattered against my windows and my walls were bare—all except for that ugly "fabric" wallpaper, so 1980s—eww.
I wasn't going to miss the stress, the unrealistic workload, the attitudes, politics, the leaky ceilings, the geese, or even my office with the ugly orange carpet.
The day just felt melancholy. Life was changing, again.
Interestingly enough, life is like that. Just when you think you've got a handle on things—life sends you another curve ball. Or in my case, three extra ones for good measure.
And now ten months later, life is different. Priorities are different.
This is my new normal. I'm no longer just a wife—I'm also a mother. And I wouldn't change that for the world. And to be perfectly honest, I am quite content with my career change.
[Meeting our daughter for the first time]