Psst...

I feel like a school girl who's just been given permission to skip class... why?

Because yesterday I resigned from my day job...

For three years I've been a 'round peg' trying to fit myself into a 'square hole' - uncomfortable most of the time, and downright painful some of the time. But, in order to remain financially stable, I've done what I needed to do for my family.

Now, hoping that I could one day be at home to see my boys grow up, I've been setting up a photography business for the past three years (that is finally starting to give me some rewards as families return year after year and send their friends and family my way as well). And I've been freelance writing for a parenting and lifestyle magazine for the past year (and I am now receiving an income from that).

At the end of last year, I was between 30 - 38 weeks pregnant, working during the day, writing articles at night, taking photos on weekends, while still raising Malakai and trying to be somewhat of an 'average' wife, I was completely exhausted! But it was for a good reason!

So that yesterday... I could resign... yip!

Now, my income isn't going to be the same, but we've decided that quality of life is more important.

Seeing my boys grow up is more important. Being able to take them to swimming lessons is more important. Being able to hold them when they're sick is more important. Being 'there' so that they know me as their mom is more important. Eating ice-creams before dinner-time on hot summer days is more important. Finding bugs in the garden and getting full of mud is more important. Singing songs and dancing in the lounge is more important. Unpacking the Tupperware drawer and repacking it is more important. Bathing my babies myself is more important. Having time to actually cook dinner for my family is more important. Having a job that I actually like is more important.

I have no delusions about just how lucky I am, considering that many parents cannot choose to work from home. I feel blessed, absolutely and completely blessed.

I also feel like I've been given a 'get out of jail free' card - not quite believing that I don't have stick my round-self into a square-hole anymore... I almost can't believe it...

I feel now as though I can hope again, I can paint pictures in my mind again of how I wish it could be and try to make it real.