I've finally done it.
I quit my job.
Quit is such a harsh word, and what I did wasn't harsh, it was necessary. For my family. For my well-being.
So now I have some time on my hands to figure out what to do with myself. I worked for the same company for almost seven years, and prior to that, I consistently worked (aside from my first semester at Marquette and a couple summers when I went to summer school). Durining the weeks leading up to my last day, I doubted my decision. I was good at what I did, why leave something familliar for the unknown? My husband has kept me strong and assured (and reassured) me that this is a much-need, long-coming change, that is not only for me, but for our family.
I'm of course going to look for another job, and I'd like to say I will find the perfect career for me, but at this point I'd just like to find something that fits my skill that I am happy to wake up to every morning.
In the meantime, I will be able to enjoy more time with my little guy, invest a little more time in my crafting, and get back a little of myself that may have gotten lost along the way. With all this talk about time, hopefully it will now be on my side.