Phew, where does the time go?
It's been an interesting few weeks here in Finn-land (hahaha, yeah, I said it). I sort of realized after the last post that I was basically having an existential dilemma - I was making a decision that dealt with what kind of life I want to lead. Essentially, the question was do I want to let others make my decisions for me, or do I want to take the reins on my own life? One of the reasons we moved back to Vinalhaven was because of the sort of life we wanted to lead. I think I just got overwhelmed and afraid and lost track of the big picture. I don't want to have to go back to work for less that what I'm worth, and if and when I do go back, I want flexibility. I'm not really willing to compromise on those two issues, and am extremely lucky that I don't have to. Within the week or so between deciding to apply for the bank job and hearing back from them with an offer, four other jobs fell into my lap that
a) paid better
b) were much more flexible
the result - I can buy and pay for my OWN health care plan with the new jobs, work fewer hours, avoid paying for child care, and make my own schedule. If I had taken the bank job, I would have been at work three full time days a week and would have paid 60% of my insurance premium. With the money they offered me, I wouldn't even have broken even - I would have had to pay another $120 per month to take care of child care and the insurance premium. In other words, I would have had to pay to work there.
I've noticed in my life, particularly recently, that when I really need something, I get it. The past year has been a whirlwind - getting pregnant, leaving my job in England, moving back to the States, having Finn - but I think that once we made the right decision, everything fell into place.
I'm so happy - life is good. That doesn't mean that everything is perfect every hour of every day, but I have absolutely everything I need and so much more.
In other news, Finn went to the Medical Center last week and seems to be thriving - I guess he must be getting some nourishment, even though it all seems to be coming back up. I swear, this kid is like a puke fountain sometimes. Sorry - that's not the most pleasant image is it?
So here's a much nicer image to leave you with- funny to think that a year ago, I was less than a month pregnant, and now I have no idea what my life was like without him.