Most of you know that back in June, I opted to take a “real” job, because you know working at home as a child care provider isn’t really a real job. (Insert sarcasm here). Contrary to popular belief, working with children is probably the most real job that there is…. well, that and being a mom.
As a consultant, I had big hopes and dreams. I took a job too good to be true, that well wasn’t true. In a rosy glasses kind of world the job was ideal. I really had the opportunity to influence change, to make a difference on a larger scale. To help mold the future in the field of early childhood in our state. In reality, I had little power in my position. I worked long hours, and was continually struggling with my integrity. Although the goals of the organization were lofty, I really struggled with the process in which they were/are using to employ those goals. I have been miserable, on the road a lot, not sleeping at night, and sicker than I have ever been. Obviously, this “real” job was not all it was cracked up to be.