I quit my job this past January as a morning radio news anchor because the hours were getting to me. I would wake up at 4am and run off to catch a cab to work. Then I’d hustle back home by 9am so my husband could get to work.
In the beginning it was the perfect arrangement. I’d never have to put my daughter in day care. But as time went on it took its toll on me. I felt too tired to even take care of my daughter during the day. And if she ever woke up in the middle of the night, due to teething or other issues, I’d be lucky to get 3 hours of sleep.
The money I wasted on cab rides was quite annoying as well, at least 5-7 bucks one way. But it was too dark outside to walk, and the area near my work was a little on the iffy side. ( I had encounters with crazy drunks while trying to get out of the cab on some days).
It took me so long to muster up the courage to quit. I kept thinking that if I left this job I would have no identity left. People would automatically assume I was just another housewife or mom and write me off.
The reason I felt like that is because as soon as people knew I was pregnant it was “Are you going to quit?”, “If you stay home too long your brain will turn to mush”, “If you quit your job in news you’ll never get back in because they want people who are up to date on everything”.
So of course I felt like a complete failure, but I knew I had to do it. I had to get myself back on track and able to function during the day.
I had to sacrifice some of my dreams in order to fulfill the dreams of a little human being who stole my heart the moment she was born.
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