Ross's Never Quit

Three years ago, right before Easter I cried at work. With a one-year old at home, I managed the Director of Membership and Communications position at an elite country club. I was doing the 80/20 rule. 80% spent on work. My home-life appeared awesome. It wasn't. My daughter's first swing ride was with our nanny, my neighbor was the one who walked our dog, and I was at a loss as to where all my things were--because I wasn't the one putting them away. My daughter wouldn't look at me the day after I worked the night before. My husband fussed when I responded to work communique at home, and my mother had just informed me of her terminal illness diagnosis.

I sat in my boss's office complaining about a coworker whom I felt disrespected my department and told him "I quit." That was on a Friday. The head of it all didn't believe I'd let down the department I'd more than quadrupled in size, he told me to think about it over the weekend. My husband, fearful of my type A personality being underchallenged, didn't believe I'd stop either. That weekend the signs around me made my decision imminent.

I gave a month which was taken as two weeks. So with a bruised ego became a homemaker by Maundy

Thursday. It was the best decision of my life. Turns out the power-job I thought I wanted wasn't giving me the opportunity to be the person I truly am. My parent's mantra for me was Ross's never quit. Keep trying and you will naturally end up where you need to be. This time, quitting allowed me the perspective to find point A and determine point G, which encompassed many more factors than myself--husband, children, home, community, family and dog. I focused on my passions, started work on a book, and this blog is the next step in my endeavor.

Happy window-peeking!

Emily