Winter Blues

So many days I find myself thinking, do I want to do something else with my career? Is this what I want my life to be? The opportunity that a pandemic gave me to be a more present parent was actually amazing. And I cannot cognitively reconcile why workplaces are not working to make flexible workplaces part of their mission to create healthy workplaces. This life, and the demands of…all of it are something that is demanding a big re-think.

I don’t want to be this; a parent who works too much and spends the day filled with anxiety about how I will manage it all. And I cannot cognitively reconcile why, as a society we love it this we, we value it, we reward it, we marvel it, we construct workplaces and economies around it. Coming up on 15 years I am doing some serious reflection about if I still love this.

This is a crossroads. I’m not a young pup anymore, and I am staring at what I maybe want go be a downward slope towards 50 instead of an upward climb…is this moral distress or life telling me I need a necessary change. Maybe those are the same thing.

Or, is this just normal winter me? Am I just hanging on until Christmas and then the New Year will bring fresh ideas and new energy? Maybe I will never know….or maybe I can do an auto ethnography.

Love,

Michelle D.

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