Yeah...
8 years ago, I was saying the same shit too.
When I started my career in corporate, I had two kids in daycare under the age of 2.
My role as a Project Manager demanded that I work both day and overnight shifts, sit in 3 hours of traffic every day, and log back on after the kids had gone to bed.
At work, my dedication was paying off:
I was winning awards and being promoted every year.
But at home it was one emotional breakdown after another.
Mad at my kids for wanting more from me than I could give...
On the brink of divorce because I resented my husband for the imbalance I was feeling.
I can even remember sitting in traffic and wishing for an accident.
(Not the kind that would permanently change my life.)
Just the kind that would land me in a hospital bed for a week. At least then...I could rest without guilt.
So when I was offered a promotion...