My consulting gig just got a nice new contract. Work is a good thing, I've realized yet again. What with parenting frustrations and relationship failures, it's about the only arena I get consistent positive feedback.
And parenting is the only time that I constantly doubt myself, regret my actions, and generally feel like I'm screwing up. But I digress.
I like the work I do, and I realize every day that I'm lucky to be able to say that. Unlike so many others, I know what I want to do, and I'm pretty much doing it. Unfortunately, not quite enough to live on, but that's a different post.
Labels: solo parenting, work
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