I use the phrase “dream job” a lot, mostly in reference to what I do (editing and writing) but also (and more often since having kids) to describe how I’m able to do it, which is part-time and freelance from home, with MAJOR flexibility. It’s the right job for me, and the details are a nearly perfect match for my life right now; the only thing I say about my career more often than “dream job” is “lucky.” So, so lucky.
But is it what I’d always imagined? No, not exactly.
I always knew I’d be a working mother (the women in my family always have been, and it seems to have been to their benefit across the board), but I’d never have been able to predict this loosey-goosey career setup, which has me right this second writing about work (and now writing about writing about work!) while wearing a bathrobe and slippers and messy topknot. It’s not what I’d ever have imagined for myself–or even been able to imagine given that half of my work relies on the Internet, which didn’t even exist when I was growing up–but one thing’s certain: I’ll take this over my previously imagined Best Case Scenarios any day.
We’re taught to hope for the best but plan for the worst, and yet sometimes we find ourselves living a reality that’s better than all of that.
What about you? Are you living the work/motherhood balance you imagined for yourself when you were younger–be that at twenty or twelve or six, when you told everyone you were going to be an actress (or was that just me?)? If it’s not what you’d pictured–maybe you envisioned climbing the corporate ladder but became the stay-at-home CEO of your family instead–do you have regrets? Do you hold out hope for change in the future? Or is your job situation way better this way, better than anything you could have predicted?