I made a very simple goal a few months into starting this blog. No matter what was going on, I would post fresh content at least once a week.
For more than a year, I was successful at that.
I posted weekly and even set a new goal of transitioning to daily by the end of 2019.
I was crushing them, and I felt great. I was being consistent and holding up to promises I made myself.
Becoming a working mom
Even when I made the transition from being a stay-at-home mom to being a working mom, I posted to my blog weekly. That’s actually when I was able to start posting daily. (I’m one of those people who thrives with more responsibility.)
I piled on the work. I was a cooking-semi-cleaning-grocery-ordering-working-blogging-parenting-planning machine.
But the thing about being 30-years-old is that I’ve become more aware of myself and my limits.
I know I can do the above tasks seamlessly, mainly because I gave myself time to adjust in between each of those roles.
October, the start of my husband’s busiest work-travel season, didn’t allow me that.
The chaos begins
I had to dive into a whole new schedule head first.
I had to start waking up 30 minutes earlier, adding an hour of driving to my commute for daycare drop-offs and managing the household alone.
And when my husband came home from working pretty much nonstop on the road, he had the audacity to be tired and need a break too.
Something needed to change, and it surely wasn’t about to mean giving up practically the only thing I’ve ever created from start to finish with my own two hands (this blog).
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I did, however, give myself the grace to not meet my posting goals temporarily.
Shaking things up as a working mom
I needed to transition into a remote role.
Let me be clear. I’m not talking about a side-hustle.
My husband reminded me that we have whole bills over here, and I need a whole job to pay them.
Not to mention, I tried caring for our son full time. While I would love to say I learned that I don’t need a job to feel like a complete person, I’m not there. And if I’m being honest, I don’t ever want to get there.
I’m not just doing any old job. I’m a journalist, and I’m actually helping people through my work. That is a part of who I am and who I always want to be.
Being a working mom just means I need the flexibility to truly excel in both roles.
That doesn’t come easily in employment, but by the grace of God, it came for me. Remote work here I come!