I've cut back tremendously on my work over the past month or so. This was a conscious choice in an aim to step back from my professional life which was great or horrible depending on which day I looked at it.
I wanted more time with my kids, I wanted more time with myself, I wanted to enjoy what I spent my time on. . .
Yet here I sit wondering what I was thinking. I am spending more time with my kids, yet I also feel incredibly disconnected. I wonder what else work was giving me besides money and a resume pad.
Was it giving me a social outlet?
Was it giving me an escape?
Was it giving me a purpose?
Was it giving me an identity?
I am meeting a ton of new people right now and I thank God, Goddess, All That Is that I have something professional going on so I don't have to say I don't work.
I can't seem to accept it, embrace it or appreciate it.
I also find my life is filled with a new layer of anxiety. I think I used to hide from things I didn't enjoy or feel comfortable with by focusing on work. I've got nothing to pull me in that way anymore.
In short, I'm still unsure what the right path is. I think it might be good to give this a bit more time and see what doors open up as I close this one tighter.
On the other hand, I might go nuts!
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