I haven't been going to work for a while now. And no, I wasn't made redundant.
I always knew I wanted to have children, and as I entered my thirties, and my carrier blossomed, I also knew, with certainty, that I would only take six months leave. Then I became a mother and suddenly I understood: it wasn't that simple. Some mothers have financial pressures to return to work, or they have a preference to. I had neither. Well, part time perhaps. If that existed. But I'll save talking about that in another post.
For now, here I am. Having stumbled upon my own blog and reminisce about the times when I was at work, negotiating with clients, leading a team, working long hours, and so on. Reminisce and cherish. But mainly cherish.
The. Blessing. That. Motherhood. Is.
