Tonight was one of them. A night when I didn’t have to stay up till the wee hours. A night when the little one, sttn as he might, not fuss a wee bit. A night when the husband actually knackered out at 11.20pm instead of waiting for me to climb in bed after my night expressing (of milk) to watch our regular dose of GG6 and HWIMY8. A night when the milk supply decided to increase (whee..made my night somewhat). A night I had time to myself without compromising on my required sleep-in-order-to-be-attentive-to-little-boy’s-needs in the day.
And I choose to blog. Not quite – but after scanning through my regular online haunts for steals, checking through emails, getting update on the latest celebrity gossip, realizing that my whatsapp chat group khakis were fast asleep judging by the lack of incoming and snooping on my Facebook friends status, I figured that I could fit in one last activity, you know …make good use of it. And thanks to mac’s backlit keyboard – I decide to jot an entry in bed.
Some time last week, I told the husband that I was aspiring to be a WAHM (not much of a ambitionist, i know). But with the little one growing up too quickly and me making that casual agreement that I’d start considering taking up one of ’em job offers that keeps getting thrown my way after the boy turns 1 and a bit… I figured that it was about time I started giving it a shot.
Well, the husband laughed and then challenged me saying “Will it actually work out? prove me wrong”. Supportive much? But I knew where he was coming from. Just 2 years ago, I was running an online clothing store part-time with my ex-colleagues and even that fizzled out a year later after 1) I ran out of clothes to sell, 2) I got pregnant which meant I couldn’t source for stock to be replenished 3) I was exhausted from doing so much work for such little profit (which I only realized after 7 months into the business). Granted that we had a steady steam of customers who would buy from us regularly & send compliments our way, I knew that if I couldn’t provide them with the service I wanted as a customer myself, there was no way to keep it running. It was either all or nothing. Nothing 50-50.
So while revisiting the idea of being my own boss aka. WAHM some days later, I chanced upon this inspiring poster from mummy moo. I thought it was so apt that she had a post on dreams (no not the REM kind) as well and too much of a coincidence that it just when I was searching for affirmation on whether to give this whole project-WAHM thing a try.
But what a motivational catalyst it was. I was spurred, inspired, recharged and almost instantaneously all sort of ideas on how I could leverage on my work experience as a media professional came to mind.
And I realized that if I really imagined it, I could achieve it.
I’ve recently helped someone draft a business proposal complete with marketing strategy. It felt good to be able to put my work skills to use again. And while the monetary benefits (I accept lunch and starbucks as barter atm) may not be much or anything like I used to get working full time, the personal satisfaction level is up a 1000 notches. And of course, I’d have to work a little harder than that to get the Bo a decent birthday gift without dipping into our savings. Babysitting services, anyone? 🙂