Since I’ve made the decision to go back to work, everything feels lighter. I feel more like myself. Im trying to figure out my schedule. I’ll only be doing up to 30 hours per week. It’s important to me to still have time for myself and my family. It will feel good to contribute financially again. I’ve been feeling like such a burden, and it has really fucked up my mental health. I’m not used to having someone take care of me in that way.
I remember when D and I became a couple publicly, and several haters said I was gold digging him. I laughed because the very concept was so abhorrent to me. I learned from my mom what it meant to be financially dependent on a man, and it wasn’t good.
Not that D would ever do anything like that, but still – the concept of financial freedom was ingrained in me.
I don’t know how long this era of good health will last, but I’m trying to stay positive.
I’m also working to reclaim my physical health. I’m being careful with my diet – trying to be healthy. Drinking wayyyyy less alcohol, and when I do drink, it’s not beer.Drinking more water. Moving a lot more. It’s good.
I’ve been working on various projects around the house. I’m most proud of the progress I’ve made in my son’s pit of a bedroom. I wish I had before and after pics. It was like an episode of hoarders. I’d ask why boys are so gross, but the girl isn’t much better, tbh.
And now for a random pic dump, because why not?
Oh – I’m halfway through this book, and I’m obsessed!