Three weeks down – Forever to go?

I did it. I’ve made it through three weeks of having a Full Time Job, in the career field I love, juggling my Photography Business at night, enjoying every second of it.

Let’s face it – I’m pretty awesome. Every morning my alarm goes off and

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literally roll out of bed. I’ve discovered this makes me wake up because if I don’t plop my feet down quick enough to catch the weight of my body I will fall on my face. Falling on your face at 5:45am is not an option. 🙂 After I somehow manage to put together a coordinating outfit for the Chech and myself, pack everything up into two strategically organized bags it’s time to put on the big girl panties and go to war. By war, I mean morning traffic from Downtown Fort Lauderdale, to Miami Gardens, to Downtown Miami.

After I’ve made it to work after that adventure I’m wide awake and ready to tackle the responsibilities of my day.

And oh man do I love my day! Writing is fun, being creative is my favorite, and at the end of the day it’s nice to be back in an organization where your work really makes a difference in someones life. For those of you who missed the last post about my new job – I am the Communications Manager for Voices For Children Foundation. This organization rocks. My coworkers quote my favorite movies, my bosses are hilarious and everyone sits down at lunch time together. Most of the time I’m boring them all to death talking about Alexandria, but they’re cool and pretend they’re interested. 🙂

So, I found myself thinking of it today like “Three Weeks Down”. I couldn’t believe that it’s been three weeks already, but I phrased it as if I was counting down to something. I’ve worked really hard the last three weeks to prove my capabilities, get into a morning flow that worked for Alexandria and I, maneuvered traffic like an Air Force jet pilot to find the best route and used the last three weeks as a buffer period to figure it all out again. But saying “Three weeks down” was looking at it like there was an “end” to my routine. It was then, sitting at the on-ramp to I-95 from the 826, that I realized that this is my new life.

Nothing in life is easy. Nothing great in life comes without hard work. Some women pride themselves in being an amazing stay-at-home mom, some women enjoy the hustle and bustle of career life, some women have trust funds and maids and chauffeurs and cooks, and some women barely have a place to call home. What I’m trying to get at, is every mother has a responsibility to be the best mother they can be, in whatever circumstance fits their family. Circumstances may be different, but being a Mom is hard work no matter what your “job title” is.

I’ll admit the last year, as amazing as it was spending time with Alexandria, was full of a lot of stress. If I wasn’t working hard trying to establish myself as a photographer, I was freaking out about Alexandria having some kind of illness or at Bonefish Grill swearing I was going to vomit if I saw ONE more mountain Bang Shrimp. I’m beyond excited to put the old Amart behind me and move forward.

So with that, I say bring on the challenges of the future. Three weeks down, Forever to go.

I love my career, I love photography, I love knowing that I’m using my brains to help someone and I love knowing that it will only get better from here.

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Check out this cool little infographic I found about being a Working Mom, from the blog The Ladders: