This Bloggers Life

A year ago today I packed up my gray wall-carpeted cube, handed in my work laptop and said farewell to the corporate world. No more daily Starbucks trips. No more commute. No more guaranteed paycheck.

Already a year ago. Unreal. I was elated. I was done with the frustrating situations like this. I was dumbstruck, gobsmacked and terrified. For months and weeks H & I planned how this transition would all go down. We couldn't do moments like this one anymore. They were happening all too often and we as a family unit were unraveling fast. The 'D' word was getting thrown around a bit and I think thought about even more.

This blog served as my release, as it still does, but for my work tensions and its going ons. The working mother thing worked but only as far as the blog was concerned. I wrote about asshats, smarmy bosses and all manner of tedious and heinous office moments with some black humor thrown in. Did I poison the office coffee? No. Did I want to? Sometimes. Who doesn't. Misery loves company too because my numbers just climbed. People begged me to quit my job. Then the blog got leaked at work and hate mail began. I had to write posts such as this to get my point across one last time. Then I was done. I turned to my new life and began to figure it out.

In the past year I have reviewed countless products, met amazing people, traveled and had time to reflect on our life and begin to live it the way we want to. As I write this I am almost brought to tears at how blessed I feel we are. How happy I am because I took the time to think and realize that my dream didn't have to be just a dream. Maybe I'm not a best selling author- yet. Maybe I'm not making the cash I once was and we aren't globe trotting anymore- yet. Maybe my life isn't your life- that's fine. But it works for us. A year ago I couldn't see two feet in front of me. My life was a mess. Our world was falling apart. Now we are hoping for an addition to this family and I'm continuously challenging myself and I don't have to ask permission to do it. It's of my own choosing.

If I can do it. So can you. I was never more afraid than in those first few weeks. I felt like I had been shot out of an air gun and who knew how or where I would land. And you know what? After an initial dive in the numbers and the hate mail, the numbers are up. I'm more aware of who I am today than I was a year ago. For that I can never complain. For this life? I can only be happy.

Thank you all for reading, sending encouragement, participating in my giveaways, supporting me and just being there. I look forward to so much more of it.