I have been thinking a lot lately about simplifying my life. So that means something's gotta give. And it's not going to be my writing, or my art, or my homemakerness. It has to be my day job.
I have truly enjoyed working in the library the past three years. It's been such a source of inspiration for me. And what better job for someone who loves books and children?
But, there are things that are more important to me than working a few days a week in order to bring home a few hundred bucks a month. I want to be able to see my kids off in the morning, rather than saying a hurried "see you later" over the noise of the hair drier. I want to be able to make pancakes for them if they want them. I want to be able to spend time with my husband when he has a day off during the week. I want more time to cook and clean and and write and create during the day, so I can focus on my family in the evenings and on the weekends.
With my kids being active in music and sports, I can't say that this change in my life will make my life simple. But at least it will give me a little more room to breathe. And to write.