Ten years ago this month I started working from home. I had two little babies: Bridget was three and Gabe was one and oh my goodness they were babies.
Look at my baaaaabies…
I had just learned I was pregnant with Owen a few weeks earlier.
I worked as a consultant for a defense contractor and the project I was on needed a part-time person who could work 24 hours a week.
I volunteered to take the 40% pay cut if it meant I could work from home. My boss agreed.
I haven’t worked in an office since.
It’s been a decade. A decade.
I’ve had two more kids. I stopped working entirely after the fourth one, but only for a year.
Then I started teaching yoga.
Then I started free-lancing. Then I took the job I have now and have had for three years, also this month.
Man, how long ago it seems when I was sitting at my desk in the living room – the desk you can see peeking around the edge of the wall in the photo below, while B & G played in the playroom.
That time can seem to fly by so quickly and yet that this scene can feel like a lifetime ago is a riddle I’ll never solve.