Thank you to Margot who noticed I had actually posted more the last week, but that I had accidentally made my time delay post go under January 2008 – so the 4 times a week is true ;0) I’ve cleaned it up and will re-post this weekend.
So, here I come to you, my readers for a little bit of advice, it is always appreciated – you are a wise group.
I’m struggling with the direction my life is taking. Since I started this journey, I’ve changed so much. I don’t want a high powered job (even 4 days a week), I don’t want to be surrounded by huge groups of people daily, I don’t want to be on a variety of plane and trains each week, I simply want to be. I’ve gone from wanting people, people, people and pressure, pressure, pressure to really wanting to learn new practical skills and hobbies, have my hands in the ground planting and cultivating, reading, walking, spending time with people I care about and mothering. Seeing my little inspirations over Christmas definitely made me realize I’m on the wrong track for the new me. Nothing about it feels right. Nothing.
Only the problem is well, I need to be able to get a mortgage, which means I need a size-able deposit (this is England after all) which means I need a job that lets me save, which means while I can try to strike a balance (4 days a week work) the reality is I am slightly a slave to work. Only I really really really don’t want to be anymore. I don’t enjoy it, it doesn’t give me joy, it doesn’t feel like what God or fate has planned for me (although who am I to say that?!) and I want to get off this career track and get on another.
What do I do?
Edited to add: I was just thinking if you’d of told my feminist self at 21 or even 25 that I before I ended my 20′s I would happily swap a career for domesticity, I’d of died of laughter!