Recently I’ve been feeling like I haven’t been living life. I feel like I’m spending too much time stressing about work and not enough time laughing with my husband and daughter. Even if things at work are fine, there is still a pit in my stomach and makes me dread the idea of it. I try to ignore it and sometimes I’m successful, but it is always there, waiting in the wings.
Yet, I am so thankful for my job. The income is great. My coworkers are great. My boss is great. So why does it cause me so much angst? I want a more flexible schedule. I want to be able to work when I want to work. I want the option to work 6-3 or 11-8 – whenever I want. Unfortunately, the work that I do is not conducive to that kind of flexibility. So now what?