Community (noun): a unified body of individuals. Unified? In my little world, community is more like organized chaos. Whenever someone asks me what my hobbies are or what I like to do with my spare time, I think “what spare time?” First and foremost, my life revolves around a powerful trio of individuals: a 9-year-old boy, a six-year-old girl, and a forty-two-year-old man I’m proud to call my husband. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Before I had children, I thought titles and big paychecks would make me happy. So I worked day and night climbing the corporate ladder, striving for what I thought was the American dream. Until I held Connor William in my arms. It was then that I realized what truly mattered: being his mom.
So I reduced my hours to part time, but still managed to get the same amount of things accomplished at work. Purchasing ad space, hitting deadlines, coordinating with reps – it’s all possible when you’ve become a hyper-efficient working mom. Now I know how to get more done in less time, when to rely on my extended community of colleagues, and how to multi-task with single-minded focus.
Someday, I’ll have a hobby or three to fill hour after hour of spare time. Until then, I’ll continue taking it one chaotic, joyful moment at a time.