I wish I could be internally as compartmentalized as the weather. Mother nature has the right of it: I give you sunshine here and fog there, and they don't interfere with each other. Not so lucky for Susan.
I wake up every morning, say have breakfast and goodbye to my husband, and go to my office where there are 6 hats waiting for me and I play my own version of musical chairs with them all day. I'm an air quality data analyst, I'm a Government Relations consultant, I'm a book promoter, I'm a writer, I'm a wife, I'm a mom...whew...I'm exhausted. I constantly change hats. I constantly change gears. And somehow by the end of the day, I'm still in one piece and what I've needed to get done has gotten done.
But it would be nice if I could organize me as neatly as the weather on the mountain. 3 hours a writer. 3 hours a worker. 3 hours a promoter. 3 hours a wife. 3 hours a Mom. I wonder what it would feel like to have only 1 job at 1 time, ever, even just for a day.
It's a grand dream, but I don't expect it to happen any time soon. So today, I'm playing musical chairs with all my hats. I'm not doing too bad the first three months this. Today is my three month anniversary of being a published writer. On the 11th it was my wedding anniversary. For the first time I forgot that one. I dropped a hat that day. It's wonderful that my husband is so supportive and gave me a pass this year.
I wake up every morning, say have breakfast and goodbye to my husband, and go to my office where there are 6 hats waiting for me and I play my own version of musical chairs with them all day. I'm an air quality data analyst, I'm a Government Relations consultant, I'm a book promoter, I'm a writer, I'm a wife, I'm a mom...whew...I'm exhausted. I constantly change hats. I constantly change gears. And somehow by the end of the day, I'm still in one piece and what I've needed to get done has gotten done.
But it would be nice if I could organize me as neatly as the weather on the mountain. 3 hours a writer. 3 hours a worker. 3 hours a promoter. 3 hours a wife. 3 hours a Mom. I wonder what it would feel like to have only 1 job at 1 time, ever, even just for a day.
It's a grand dream, but I don't expect it to happen any time soon. So today, I'm playing musical chairs with all my hats. I'm not doing too bad the first three months this. Today is my three month anniversary of being a published writer. On the 11th it was my wedding anniversary. For the first time I forgot that one. I dropped a hat that day. It's wonderful that my husband is so supportive and gave me a pass this year.
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