‘I am going back to work!’ I proudly announced to just about anyone who would listen. Many people were very supportive, my younger child was heading to kindergarten and though I had indeed devoted my focus to being a full-time mother for the prior several years, I missed the intellectual stimulation and connection with the professional world. I was surprised by the number of… lukewarm reactions to my proclamation. ‘What about your kids?', people would ask. ‘How are you going to manage?’…. ‘How will you have time to do it all?’…. ‘What about your social life?’ (aww… how cute that people actually think my social life could be a real constraint) ‘Have you thought about a career change… maybe re-train as a teacher or something with mothers’ hours?’ To be honest, at the beginning of my back to work journey, these questions did rattle me a bit. Obviously, there were some compelling and attractive factors fueling my desire to return to work. The thought of earning m
The calendar said it had been 19 years since I held traditional paid full time work. Those years were filled with family and friends, part-time work, volunteer experiences and elected roles but along the way I yearned to be back at work. Eventually, I tick that box and the goal was achieved, I was offered and accepted a full time role in my field of interest! Everyone asked me "What was I going to do before I started back to work?" - was I going to start or finish projects at home, was I going to travel, was I going to visit old and new friends However, I wasn't going to intentionally do any of those things, I was going to wake up every day knowing that the schedule and rhythm of these days was of my own making and that would soon change. The morning arrived when it was time to head to work. With an office dress code of 'dress for the day', I selected a casual dress and sweater. I wanted to look like I had never left the office but not be over or under dre