My Last Day of Work

One year. It’s been one year since my last day of work. The decision to leave was incredibly difficult… but I don’t hesitate at all to say it was one of the best decisions of my life. I remember it like it was yesterday… I felt free… but also really strange.

The first few months after were weird. It was a transitional phase where I was struggling mentally with my worth. I sold clothes online and had my first ever garage sale. I felt like my worth was gone because I wasn’t bringing money home. It took time for me to see the greater value I was bringing to my family… and to myself.

For the first time in years… I’m tellin’ you YEARS! I slowed down. I took daily walks with my son. We played for endless hours outside. The time I’ve had to watch him grow isn’t able to be valued with a dollar sign.

I had more time during the day for household chores, so when my husband got home we could spend more time enjoying each other rather than cleaning the house. I also had a lot more time to be on the farm with him and be part of the whole experience.

I took more time for me, for self-discovery, reading, reflecting… and I finally decided to take the plunge and be baptized again. Something I had been thinking about doing for a long time.

Time is the common theme here. It’s something you’ll never get back. I’m blessed we were able to make the decision and give ourselves the gift of more time together.

My minutes, hours and days are spent doing valuable things that I enjoy with the ones I love. What I do is valuable to my family, more than bringing in an income. Time can’t be valued with a dollar sign, because it’s worth a heck of a lot more than that. You only get so much time in your life. I’m choosing to spend it wisely.