I’ve been a behavior teacher, a dance teacher, a preschool teacher, a crochet artist, a wife, a mom, a travel enthusiast, an obsessive reader, and a writer…among other things. I set a goal for myself this year: finish my novel and put in the work to get it published.
That wasn’t happening with the part-time preschool position, the part-time dance teacher position, the home-based crochet business, the long list of books I was working on reading, being mom to a three-year old, and wife to a full-time teacher/grad student. So, after talking to my super supportive teacher/grad student of a husband we decided to make some changes in our lives to make sure I met my goal. I resigned from the preschool and did a major decrease to my crocheting time. I even put away the book list…I may or may not have cried over it.
I kept my job at the dance studio, because I wanted to make a financial contribution–even a minuscule one–and because dance is a passion of mine. The way some people worship God through song, I worship through dance. Letting that go wasn’t an option.
I kept my job as a full-time mom. I love my kid and decided for myself when he was born that when he was at home I wanted to be there, engaged and a part of his learning. However, we did switch him from two to three days at preschool, which has given me more writing time.
And I kept my job as wife to the teacher/grad student. What can I say? He puts up with my quirks, occasional nocturnal sleep habits, and mood swings. Not to mention, I don’t know too many husbands who would tell their wives, “Baby, I think you should quit your job and work on that novel you’ve been trying to get finished.” Our budget is stretched to the max, but we make it work.
I’m not teaching anymore or modifying behaviors in a special education classroom, but I find plenty of opportunities to utilize my degree being married to a teacher/grad student/coach and mom to a three-day-a-week preschooler/swim lesson attendee/soccer player.
I can also say I’m now a full-time, unpaid writer. I started rewriting my first novel from a different perspective after sharing parts of it with my writing instructor and a couple of other writers. I should be finished next week; just in time for NaNoWriMo.
So, yeah. If my loved ones find it impossible to reach me I just want them to know I’m still alive. I’m just lost in a story somewhere.