The MommyRoo Blog

In just under a short three months or so, Jason and I are going to be welcoming our first baby.  In preparation for the busyness and chaos I’ve so often heard comes along with having a baby, I’ve decided to find something I enjoy and take some time for myself.  I did some research and found a local non-profit community tv station and decided to volunteer there.  I went for the first time this week and began editing a PSA for a local non-profit.  It was a lot of fun, actually.  It gave me something I enjoy doing by letting get back into production a bit, but without the stress of clients and deadlines (which are both rare to find in the world of production).  I even learned a cool new editing trick that I hadn’t learned before, which made my time there even more worth while.  It’s giving me a chance to do something, which hopefully helps out the community, but also helps me out by giving me a little bit of me time.

During my days off over the Christmas holiday I decided to go through some of my old paperwork from when I was in school and organize it.  I had a few pages left in a scrapbook to post some things in and I was on a mission to finish it.  I ended up finding way too much stuff to put in the scrapbook, but I did find something in the meantime.  I found an answer to a question I’ve been asking myself for some time now.  Why do I feel so unfulfilled at a job, even if I really like the job?  The answer to this question is simple, I just hadn’t realized it until now.  Because all through my schooling years I was one of those kids that got award after award after award for one thing or another, no matter how small it was.  As I got older I got scholarships and as I got more involved in activities, I got newspaper releases written about me.  As I was sorting through my old memories, I found tons of warm fuzzies all for me.  It was then that it hit me.  Once you make the transition from school into the real world, your warm fuzzies and congratulatory paperwork magically seem to come to a screeching halt.  Instead, they are replaced with complaining clients and a simple piece of paper every few weeks I like to call a pay check.  Although a paycheck is rewarding, it’s not the same as the accolades of kudos I’ve kept for myself for years past.  After all, my award certificates don’t pay my bills.  It was a helpful realization - to realize that maybe work can be fulfilling.  You just have to make it fulfilling in other ways than mounds of old memories and 8 1/2 x 11 sheets of certificate papers.