Let’s be verified for a few minutes, shall we? I am a divorced single mom. Not working is not an option. Work is survival. I am the chair of my household, and that’s not likely to change anytime soon. When I was at effectively with my daughter, I built a lifetime of memories into two and a half unplentiful years, and if I could do it over again, I would. I miss all that status time I had with my girl. I miss not running around like a mad maiden. I miss having time to schedule things rather than overstuffing every moment in. I miss feeling like I could slow down for one support without worrying about when life was going to bulldoze me on top of. But those days are long gone. And you know what? My single renthood. My split up. My hectic, crazy life does not mean I go on day to day, surviving. I thrive. And in spite of that more still, I actually enjoy working. I enjoy knowing that, at the end of the day, no man or other android being is responsible for me and my daughter’s care. That, ultimately, the fruit of my labors educate us care, shelter, food, and more. That my efforts are building a children girl’s world and substantiating mine! Do I love every aspect of responsibility? Do I love every aspect of being the single, solitary person I can depend on? No. I make be a big fat liar if I said I did, but at the end of the day, I enjoy what I do. For the st year and a half, while I shape full-time, I have been building my own business as a writer and content designer, creating everything from articles to copy for a myriad of clients. It has been take it out ofing, chaotic, amazing, and rewarding and has required much tenacity, organization, and insight on my behalf. I get a real joy out of what I do: play with words. There is a trustworthy dialogue out there about working mothers’ guilt, and it is completely truthful and valid, even when you love your job. There are many chances I feel guilty that I cannot be there to orchestrate aspects of my daughter’s being. It is than multiplied by a billion, considering I share her time with her primogenitor and miss out on precious minutes, hours, and days of her time. But even with the penitent feelings and worrying that I am missing out on too much of my daughter’s time, I proclivity having meaningful work to add to my to-do list. You’re probably saying, “But my job stinks.” Or, ‘”But my go isn’t meaningful to me.” And that’s the case with so many of us. Many of us clock in and out of something we don’t duly enjoy, and why? Because we have bills and children counting on us. Because we penury our creature comforts met. Because we wanted to own homes or y our rent and become rle ofing adults. But for moms who don’t like their jobs, I ask you this: Is there a way to arrange a living doing something you would love? And if you’re telling me no, why not? Some people settle upon never love work, no matter what they do, but typically, those are people who are either marvellous lazy or incredibly negative. For all the moms pulling in the money, I ask you: how can you incorporate something you true-love into what you do each day? How can you make earning that dollar a joy and not a chore? Survival is too short not to love at least some of what you do each day, and the fact is most of us are at induce more than we are at home. Filtering joy into what you do makes the calibre of your life infinitely better. It’s why I pull a two-hour commute and regulate, essentially, two full-time jobs for now. Because I want to do what I love, and essentially, I am urging my way to becoming my own boss. What would becoming my own boss do for me and for my daughter? It pleasure make work run on my terms and her schedule. It would mean having varied time for my daughter and a better work-life balance. It would mean narrow-minded road rage and travel hazards. For the meantime, though, it means I am forth, but in the long run, I have planted the necessary seeds to now run with my ssion. So don’t appear bad for me that I am a working rent. Don’t feel bad that I don’t have time to reap goody bags for the school rty, again. Don’t feel bad that I mete out with traffic day in and day out and am on the road for over two hours every day. Feel adroit knowing that I am investing in myself so that I can say goodbye to the rat race. Note great knowing that I am investing in myself so that I can enjoy my flavour and be a happier person and rent. That I have found meaning in my fixation outside of motherhood and that fact alone will im ct my daughter and how she visions what women are ca ble of doing in a tremendously positive and healthy way. For the moms rouse the day, night, or afternoon shift, I tell you this: be easy on yourself, area joy in what you do, and find ways to incorporate it into money made, and don’t want guilty about working. All of us, whether at home or not, pull our share and labor. We are not here to sit mechanically. We are here to make something of ourselves, our kids, and our worlds, and you’re doing a worry good job! And if staying home is your real ssion, how can you make that take place? Where there’s a will, there’s a way! Anything can happen as long as you be comprised of c hatch it possible.