My last entry was kind of a mess. Not in the literal sense, because for once the words I needed came when I needed them to, but emotionally. And that entry is still true. I do have aspirations for other career paths in the future, but the eventual idea is to stay home, procreate, and raise some kids who share my appreciation for sherbet, Erica Kane, and possibly world peace. That coupled with my pesky Sallie Mae loans have led Luke and I to decide that any future schooling will be paid for in cash, which in this scenario can be defined as charging a semester's worth of tuition and paying off the balance before the next bill's due. Luke's been toying with the idea of grad school a lot lately, sometimes for photography, sometimes for writing. No matter field of study he chooses, I think Luke would benefit from graduate school. If he wants it, I want it for him. And while he's not as dead-set on the whole stay-at-home-mom thing, he wants that for me, just because I want it so badly.
However, you know what else I want? To shut my big pie hole already and learn to live in the now. Why am I always ten steps ahead of myself? For years my dream has been to say "I do" to the only partner who's ever loved me for who I am, and once it happened, I couldn't wait to start whining over how weird it feels to be thisclose to thirty without a baby, and when would you like to start trying, honey? Now? How about now? Or now? How about NOW? Meanwhile, my husband is doing his damndest to find his current place in the world, whether it's school or a job or what have you, and would like to do that without the pressures of an additional mouth to feed. Isn't he lucky to have such a supportive wife?
In reading the comments from last Tuesday's post, it was PaintingChef in her infinite wisdom who reminded me that nothing should be a higher priority than my marriage. That I didn't get married because I was ready to start a family or because Luke would make a great daddy, even though I am and he will. I married him because he brings something to my life that nobody else does, and I want to do the same for him. And as wonderful as children are, their reason for existing shouldn't just be to fill a void but to thrive in the confines of a unit that was strong and healthy and loving to begin with. I owe it to Luke and our relationship to be the best wife I can be, whether or not I ever become a mother. And I owe it to my kids, so they can have in me a role model who realizes each day is a gift and should be lived to the fullest.
As I reflect on all the jobs I've held since high school, retail and professional, there's one theme that binds them all together: at some point, I've always wanted to give up. Either the job's too hard or the hours are too long or the neighborhood skank wants to rumble because she was three McNuggets short of a nine piece. When I'm near my breaking point, I suddenly don't care about gaps on my resume or how I'll make rent next month. I just want out.
Until Friday, I thought I wanted out of my job. I thought my voice wasn't being heard and my talents were being underused. But that was before my annual performance review, during which my boss came to appreciate my point of view and I came to appreciate the ten-percent pay raise that resulted from his enlightened appreciation. It's in meetings like that when you realize it's time to quit with the ragging and thank the Lord Jesus you're not making change in a drive-thru window. This job may not be My Dream, but it's certainly not a nightmare, either. It's a good administrative position in my field that offers flexible hours and an office with a window and a chance for Luke to go after his dreams for a change. It makes our dreams possible. And that's not something I'm willing to give up.
Instead of driving myself crazy with what-ifs and why-mes about religion, employment, and human beings who might one day slide out of my privates, I'm going to sit back and enjoy this down time. I'm going to read novels and learn how to cook and pick up crocheting again and pay more attention to this here blog. More importantly, I'll figure out what exactly in my diet causes me to pass gas during important meetings and how much longer I can get away with it before my coworkers realize it's me.
See? I'm growing already.
frema,,i have come to look forward to checking in on you,,no matter how i am feeling,,you always make me smile and i thank you,i love your outlook,,,
Posted by: debi | June 21, 2006 at 03:00 AM
welcome back. I missed you.
Posted by: auntie betty | June 21, 2006 at 05:20 AM
While reading this I was all: yeah, right, ah-huh, sounds good..while nodding my head b/c holy crap, Frema has figured life out. (Or at least her life at the moment.) It was very intense.
And then I got to the part about your diet and began laughing hysterically. That was great.
And, um, hope you get that diet figured out girl. :-)
Posted by: Hilary | June 21, 2006 at 04:04 PM
Paragraph 5: Me, too.
Posted by: Britt | June 21, 2006 at 04:21 PM
SPINACH DIP............SO DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY!!!
AUNT RUTHIE
Posted by: Anonymous | June 21, 2006 at 04:47 PM
Sniffle...blush...thanks.
Posted by: PaintingChef | June 21, 2006 at 07:00 PM
Good life play. You have it figured out really nicely. Work is a constant in life and it can not be 100 % positive all the time. Press forward as you can and everything will be fine.
Posted by: daddy d | June 21, 2006 at 11:28 PM
Wow, a 10% increase, not bad girl! I am the same way with jobs...I like change. As a special ed teacher I usually get burnt out where I am due to the "hating".
Glad to see a post and I know you votes, right?
Posted by: butterflygirl | June 22, 2006 at 12:15 AM
I'm glad that you decided to give your mind a rest for a while. You said it wonderfully when you said that you should start living in the now. I'm glad your review went well and to hear about your raise! You are such a GREAT worker and an amazing person sister, I am SOOO proud of you.
I love photography...or really just taking pictures. Keep me updated on what Luke decides to study if/when he goes back to school.
I love you very, very much and I miss you...
XOXOXO,
Sissy
Posted by: Sambo V. | June 22, 2006 at 01:17 AM
One of your best yet. So very well said, right down to the gas. Ha!
Posted by: Lost a Sock | June 22, 2006 at 08:07 AM