Changing Times

One of the things that really surprised me (and those that know me well) about this time since Owen was born was how little I missed work.  My career has always been a huge part of my identity and my passion.

Many assumed I’d be at home pulling my hair out and longing for days in the office…my hair is still in tact and while there were days in the throes of cold and flu season that I would have liked to be anywhere other than our home, I wasn’t overwhelmed with a need to work.

When I started the blog, some, including myself, thought that one day I’d turn it into a money-making venture or maybe work towards writing a book or some sort of business.  I didn’t.  ANRC has maintained a hobby for me.  It has grown to a decent sized blog, but that’s been because readers share it with others, not because I’ve been focused on growing it.  I’ve had offers to advertise or to test products and I’ve chosen to not do it because I’ve wanted this space to be organic and about my truth without worrying about writing a post that’s going to go viral.

Between ANRC and the extent of Owen’s and Kellen’s needs, neither my heart nor my brain missed work.   That is…until recently.  Over the last couple of months, as I’ve blogged about suddenly starting to be able to breathe again  and learning to find our new normal, I was noticing that something was missing too.  I’d be in stores and notice the new products on the shelf.  I was starting to be captivated again by what was brilliant, or not so brilliant (in my opinion) in the market place.  My brain was shifting from constantly on alert for the next trip to the hospital to constantly on the alert of how people shop.  I was starting to think like a marketer again.

Kyle and I started talking about what the timing would look like for me to go back to work and we agreed, it’d make sense for me to start considering part-time work over the next 12 months.  After the Fourth of July, I freshened up my resume and dabbled on the internet job searches.  I wasn’t ready to put the word out to anyone to start networking yet, but I was seriously processing a change.

And then, one night I was laying in bed taking one last look at my email.  I had a LinkedIn invitation to connect, so I popped on the LinkedIn app.  A job on the app caught my attention.  I read it about 5 times.  It was looking for someone with exactly my background and it was in the green/eco space (a personal passion) and a start-up (I dream of being an entrepreneur).  However, it was a full-time position and start ups…they can be a lot of work.  I pushed back the urge to jump out of bed to run downstairs to apply.

I waited two days (and can I tell you I had the craziest dreams for those two days).  I have been reading Lean In by Sheryl Sandburg (a great book for all women and men), she talks a lot in her book about how sometimes you have to take the right opportunity, even if the timing might not feel right.  She basically says, don’t assume the timing is wrong until you have asked the question.  So…I applied.  I interviewed.  I received an offer.  I accepted an offer.  I hired a nanny.  Yesterday, I started training the nanny.  Did I mention that was all in the last two weeks?  I officially start working on August 5.

In truth, I’m still as surprised as everyone I tell (not so surprised that I haven’t been to the mall to freshen up my work wardrobe, of course).  The response, however, has been great.  Once the initial, “I didn’t know you were looking for a job” surprise wears off, everyone says the same thing.  “This is your time”.

I’m really proud of what I’ve done for my family these last 2.25 years.    I did things, that I never imagined I had in me to do.  And now that Owen’s health has reached a place where a qualified nanny makes sense, it is my time focus on all the things I’ve always imagined I would do.

I can be changed by what happened to me, but I refuse to be reduced by it.

I’m firmly of the belief that the best way to teach your kids to reach for the stars, is to be an example of what it looks like to reach for the stars.  For some people, the ability to stay home with their family is reaching for their stars.  And those are awesome stars to reach.  However, they aren’t my stars.  I deserve to find my stars and now is my time.

Once they are done congratulating me, the next question out of everyone’s mouth is, “what about ANRC?”  I’ll talk more about it in an upcoming post, but the short answer is, ANRC will continue to be my hobby.  I may be posting closer to 1-2 times a week instead of 3-5 times, but I’m not done.  This community is too important to me.  Each reader is important to me.  Advocating for preemies and their families is important to me.  Our journey with prematurity continues and so will this blog.

Oh, and the product I’m going to be working on … it answers a need for so many preemie families.  I can’t wait to tell you all about it when I’m able.