It's Sunday night. I just finished writing a short story for an ongoing competition, and I'm watching the SAG awards. It's getting close to 9:00, and since 5:00 comes early in the morning, I should be thinking about going to bed.
But here's the weird thing.
This is the last Sunday night that I have to think about that.
Because tomorrow is the last ever Monday of my "real" job.
|Tee hee - this is my book.|
This is my last ever week as a Quality Assurance Analyst for an international software company. This is my last ever week of working a pretty typical 9-5 (ok, 7:30-4) job.
This is the end of an era.
Starting on Friday, I'm unemployed.
Starting on Friday, if you ask me what I do for a living, my answer will be: I'm a writer.
You hear that? I am a writer!
I know, I know...I'm only able to do this because I have a husband willing to support me for a while so I can try to get my career going. I'm not even close to making a living wage...yet.
But still. I have a shot to make this all happen, and I am NOT going to waste it.
So how do I feel, you might wonder, on the eve of this end-of-an-era?
I'm a great big mess right now. Excited. Terrified. Confused. Happy.
You know, everything you can expect from someone leaving the comfort of a job they've held for years to dive into the abyss.
And it's not just one abyss into which I am diving head-first.
You see, we're pulling Zoe, my smart, precocious, spunky, fiercely opinionated four-year-old child, out of school in March. From March until she begins kindergarten in August, she and I will be together. Just us.
We have never had this opportunity.
Yeah. I'm terrified about that, too. Or at least I was, until the other night.
Because you see, I do plan to homeschool her over the next few months. She's so used to learning new things every day (we've been THRILLED with her pre-school and how much she's learned and grown there), I can't imagine asking her to just...play...for the next six months.
|Zoe and me...goofballs together|
But the prospect of homeschooling was terribly daunting to me. I pictured long days of spelling tests and math worksheets, of sitting at our kitchen table while we argued over how to write the letter "Z." (She still writes it backwards...)
Then, after a chat with my sister-in-law last Friday, in which she encouraged me to approach this with more of an out-of-the-box mentality, I asked Zoe: What do you want to learn this summer.
The child was off to the races. We made a list. Insects. Outer Space. Walt Disney. Giraffes. Otters. Martin Luther King. People of other cultures. Comic books. Music. The Hobbit. Fairy Tales.
The list goes on.
So now, even though I know it will still be a difficult transition for us as we turn all our routines upside-down, I have a plan, and I am excited.
Each Monday, we'll pick a topic and head to the library. We'll find books and bring them home and read them. We'll find local museums and learn more. We'll find movies and watch them. We'll find places to go, and we'll go to them.
It's going to be a big adventure for both of us.
So there you have it. I am about to embark on a couple of Big Scary Adventures, and seriously - I can't wait for it all to begin.
You can expect to see posts about the adventures here from time to time. I can't wait to share what Zoe and I learn, and I hope to have fun writing news from time to time.
Tonight...I feel so lucky. And I thank you for sharing in my adventures, too.