I knew I just had to share it on Facebook: the photo of me at 7:45 on a Monday night, in my pajamas, wine in hand, surrounded by my three favorite people and only four-legged “child.”
We’ve waited a long time for this, I thought, as I posed for our “selfie” with a grin from ear to ear.
After a dozen years working “nights” as we affectionately call it in television news, I’m finally getting to spend my evenings at home with my family.
I figured it might take some adjusting, no longer anchoring the 10pm newscast. I would now arrive to work about the time I was usually getting ready for work. I would now leave work for the day right about the time you’d usually find me busting out dinner at my desk. I would arrive home to conversation rather than a sleeping husband and children. Even the dog was usually too tired to greet me at the door at 11:30pm!
Not anymore! This has been quite the first week of new beginnings for me. I read once that we are our most creative selves when we step outside of our comfort zone. I’m not just stepping outside – I’m jumping off the cliff of comfort. It’s a tiny bit scary and a whole lot of exciting. In just the past few days I’ve had more meaningful conversations with my son than I can remember. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to being there for him when he wakes up, when he’s out of school and when he goes to sleep at night. I jokingly told him I was going to identify myself as the CEO of all things him. In less than two months I’ll be moving my daughter into her college dorm room. How fun to ride out the rest of the summer hanging out together on the couch at night soaking in the time I won’t have with her anytime I want. A dozen years functioning as a night owl isn’t something you get over in a few days so my husband knows he’ll have to keep going to bed alone for a while. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. In two weeks, when I leave my job, I’ll be leaving it for good. I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I walk out the back door and drive off the station lot for good. Anyone who’s ever worked in a newsroom knows it truly does become a home away from home. What I do know is that the road is going to lead to exactly where I belong. Or, as one quote I read so aptly puts it: “We must be willing to let go of the life we’ve planned to have the life that is waiting for us.”