Since I went back to work in April 2010 after having Abby, I found myself more and more invested in a “Woe is me,” mentality. My job involves me bringing work home. Woe is me. My husband has to work on Saturdays at times. Woe is me. I don’t have family close by to help out. Woe is me. I have to make last minute sub plans from home because of a sick kiddo. Woe is me. My kid is cranky after work. Woe is me. I don’t have any time to clean the house. Woe is me. I’m tired. Woe is me.
I could keep going on and on, but I think you get the gist.
Since last May, though, I’ve made a huge mental shift. A lot of it stems from my vow to stop consuming all the things. As I began this journey, I found myself having a more positive outlook on life. I started to embrace being a working mom and all of its challenges. Instead of feeling like working was getting in the way of all the things I wanted to accomplish in life, I viewed it as a small hurdle to overcome.
Everyone has hurdles they need to overcome whether they work or not. It’s just the nature of life. So why was I constantly saying I couldn’t do certain things, wallowing in misery, just because I work?
I love working. I truly do. But I found myself struggling to remember why I chose to work because of all this self-pity I clung to. And since I began setting priorities, the tension I hoarded, the negativity I hung on to, well, it’s just all melted away. I’m able to appreciate and love my profession all over again, and now I find myself setting more challenges for myself.
The biggest challenge I have facing me is a physical one. Now that my foot injury is on the mend, and almost back to 100%, I’ve decided to sign up for a half marathon the day after school gets out in June. Instead of freaking out about how hard it will be to train due to the limited time I will have to run, I’m researching plans that will allow me to stick to 3-4 days a week of training, planning ahead, in order to make sure I’m successful. A year ago, I’d be sitting her doubting myself, thinking I was nuts for setting this goal. And now, I’m excited.
What I’m trying to say here is that no longer can I say, “I can’t…I won’t…I don’t know how I can…” Just because I work doesn’t mean that I live in a world of limitations. Do I sometimes have to get creative? Absolutely. Does it sometimes take me longer to accomplish some tasks? For sure. But I refuse to use “Working Mom” synonymously with an excuse in mind. And if I find myself veering back in that direction, I put myself in check, think about what needs to happen, and I figure out a way to get it done.
What about you? Do you find yourself living in a “woe is me” mentality? Do you see working as a limitation? How do you snap out of it to figure out a way to accomplish all you hope to?