I’m closing one door behind me and hoping that the one in front of me leads somewhere.
I resigned from my technical writing job at the beginning of the month. There were a lot of reasons for the decision, and only two opposing it – but the opposition loomed large and coherent. In the blue corner: financial security and a career that I used to love. In the red corner: a tangled mess of emotion and disappointment, with two strands shining clear: my family and my art.
We have a fantastic childminder, but I still want to be there for my children.
And… could I possibly make a career out of art? While juggling motherhood, housework (sadly, it needs doing) and Parkinson’s?
I’m going to try. I won’t know if I don’t try.
Full time mother.
Full time artist.
Part time housewife.
It wouldn’t be possible without my wonderful husband’s support.