Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Work from home

"We can work from home, oh oh, oh oh!"

Who else is still obsessed with that song? Talk about catchy, it's been out for months and still it comes to mind anytime anyone brings up anything about work! 

Currently Emi is asleep and I'm watching the wind blow through the trees outside my bedroom window. The dryer is going in the other room and I just remembered I need to empty and load the dishwasher before I leave this afternoon to have an early dinner with Matt. Life is inexplicably perfect. 

I never planned on this being my life. I was going to be a fashion designer. Then I was going to be an actress. Then, I thought for sure I would be a journalist in a big city wearing tight skirts and tall heels. I was never ever, cross my heart hope to die, going to be a stay at home mom. 

I don't know when or where that spite for not having a career started or stemmed from. Yes, my mom worked but it was a few times a month. She was around. She did carpool and PTA and made us sack lunches. Somewhere, somehow I decided that I was going to be independent and single and successful. Oh young Cami, how selfish and silly you were! Still though, even as I became a Registered Nurse my plan was to work full-time for a few years and then maybe we would talk about kids.  Never in my life plan did I have "Become stay at home mom" written. I didn't even have "Become a mom at 22!" Then real life happened.

I should be honest. I love-ish being a nurse. I get to help people right? Well, kind of. Mostly I just feel nervous that I'm going to accidentally kill someone. It's a high stress job and I don't do stress well. When I was working in Las Vegas I would have panic attacks on Sunday nights. Every single Sunday night for 8 months I would be hit with that chest tightening, mind reeling, heart pounding feeling. No kidding. I''m sure Matt thought I was losing my mind, because I think I kind of was. Those feelings dissipated the longer I worked and more confident that I became, but I still never felt satisfied. I still never came home from work and said, "I love my job and I want to do this for the rest of my life." Usually I would come home and binge-watch Keeping up with the Kardashians or Criminal Minds before heading to bed to start the cycle again. 

Now here I am. I work a few times a month at a job I actually love and the rest of the time I get to hang out with my best little friend. That alone is incredible. But, can I tell you something that's even more, for lack of a better word, amazing? 

Working from home. 
30-60 minutes a day.
Getting paid to improve my health and maybe motivate my friends and family.

Guys, life is perfect.