Independence


So.

(Yes. I do actually begin sentences that I speak aloud by saying “So” emphatically then pausing for effect. Don’t you wish you were my friend?)

So. I have declared my personal independence. From my job. I turned in my notice last week and now I’m winding my way through a last few weeks of writing extensive memos and packing files and scheduling farewell lunches and generally trying to download nearly 7 years worth of accumulated institutional knowledge to the people I’m leaving behind. I’m trying to fight the sense of dreamy disconnect that I remember feeling in my last weeks of high school, senioritis, we called it then. I’m trying to wrap everything up in a nice bow so I can say I ended my time at this organization as auspiciously as I began.

What’s next, you ask? Well, that’s a good question. How do I label what I’m about to do next? Voluntary unemployment? Professional parent? Stay at home mother? Housewife? Or do I cling to the label of working mom and toss out assurances that I’m going to do something; write, perhaps, freelance, consult. Something that speaks of a paycheck. Something that doesn’t sound like such a change in status, such a decamping from one model of life for another. Something easily recognizable to fill in the outlines of the person people think of when they think of me.

None of that is quite right, though. I’m going to stop going to a paying job. I’m going to care for my son. I’m going to tend to my house. I’m probably going to write. I may seek out part-time paying work down the line.

I’m not going to change. Much. No more so than when I changed from working to going to grad school or the change from when I left my career in the arts for my work in public policy. So, yeah, I’ll change but it’s not “change” in the political sense. It’s not change that bespeaks an assault on feminist philosophy. It’s just the next thing I’m going to do.

What does it mean for this blog? Well, you can be pretty sure that my self-imposed exile from the world of offices and flourescent lights WON’T mean I start writing about potty training and how to make a tutu from old dish towels and glitter. I’m still going to be a creature of the world and its happenings won’t be allowed to go by unremarked. I mean, let’s be real. Michelle Bachamnn is running for President! This is not the moment in history for me to start posting photos of perfectly decorated cupcakes, even if I thought I could decorate a cupcake worth photographing. I’m still going to be me, snarky, liberal, and easily outraged. I will continue to share my outrage generously. Maybe even too generously, but that’s another issue.

Now, I’m sure some of you are asking the very question that my real-life friends have been asking: will I blog about what it’s like to go from working to staying at home? The answer is yes, but only a little. Not because I don’t think it’s a worthy subject: on the contrary I think it’s an amazing subject and one I could tackle with a motherlode of humor. Rather, I think it’s such a good subject that I may try and sell it as a column or a book. As much as I love you all, I wouldn’t mind taking some money for this cow instead of giving away all the milk for free, ya know? (Yes, I just called myself a cow. Just go with it.)

Basically, this blog will continue to be a reflection of its creator: a woman with many things to say. Some of those things will be important and serious. Some of those things will involve shows like “Ice loves Coco”. I hope you’ll continue to stick with me regardless of what I say or what desk I sit at as I say it.

 

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16 comments for “Independence

  1. July 4, 2011 at 9:24 pm

    Congratulations!
    I will always read whatever write and wherever you write it.
    I look to your new adventure : )

  2. July 4, 2011 at 9:25 pm

    I also look “forward” to me proofreading before I hit ‘Submit Content’.

  3. July 4, 2011 at 9:26 pm

    I am glad to hear you’ll still be writing about the world. I love the way you write about things happening in the world so that I can understand. Good luck with this step in your life!

  4. TheNextMartha
    July 4, 2011 at 11:20 pm

    Can’t wait to see how your new independent chapters unfold.

  5. July 4, 2011 at 11:34 pm

    I am so happy that for you!! I look forward to seeing what the next chapter brings you and I will definitely buy your book, if you decide to write one. 🙂

  6. July 4, 2011 at 11:47 pm

    So……(I start all my sentences out like that too) I am new to your blog so I am not quite sure what it was like “before” this post, but I do look forward to reading more. Good luck to you on your new chapter of life!

  7. July 5, 2011 at 12:32 am

    But… But… But I don’t know HOW to make a dishtowel tutu!

    Damn.

    Ah, well no doubt you’ll make up for it with Bachman snark. She offers an embarrassing wealth of material.

  8. July 5, 2011 at 10:18 am

    Congrats! So excited for you!! I love the idea of you having a column (or a book!!!).

  9. July 5, 2011 at 4:36 pm

    Jealous!

    Congratulations on your new chapter in life …

  10. July 5, 2011 at 4:43 pm

    Congratulations! Best of luck with this new chapter!

  11. Amy
    July 5, 2011 at 4:46 pm

    No matter what you do,working mom, wahm, or sahm I will always look forward to what you have to say. Whether it is in your blog, twitter or FB. Lots of love and C is a lucky kid:-)

  12. Lynn
    July 5, 2011 at 5:04 pm

    Please make C a tutu with dish towels and glitter. Please.

  13. July 5, 2011 at 9:44 pm

    I’m so excited for you as you enter this new phase.

  14. Bella
    July 5, 2011 at 10:54 pm

    I also recently quit my job, for no other reason than I was tired of 13+ years of no respect whatsoever.

    Go us!

  15. Shantell
    July 6, 2011 at 2:27 pm

    So VERY JEALOUS!!! Enjoy your time with your family!!!

  16. anthrogrrl
    July 7, 2011 at 5:51 pm

    I have been so happy for you ever since you leaked the news. Will you blog a little bit about why you decided to take this next great leap?

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