The Intern

Yes, that’s right, I bagged myself an internship! And not just any internship; a fabulous two week stint with the most marvellous editorial crew a girl could hope for, the word wizards @ Mr and Mrs Smith.

As I begin the countdown of my final week (I settled into the mix last Monday), I am a bit torn by the bitter-sweetness of it all. I’ve enjoyed my time there immensely – perhaps too much – as evidenced by my loose lipped pub-night professing after two glasses of Pinot Grigio with a mere three days in the office under my belt. I’ve turned my hand to boutique hotel room descriptions, social media research and destination guides that stir an immense sense of wanderlust.

I’m gonna miss these folks. The open workspaces, the free-flow of tea just the way I like it, and the pretty amazing feeling of being a part of a team again.

🙂

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I Write at 2am

My internal clock is out of whack. Since the holidays, the sun has begun to rise and the birds have commenced their incessant chirping before my tired head has even hit the pillow. Even then I only sleep due to sheer exhaustion. In the daytime I rise reluctantly and zombie-like from fitful 4-hour slumbers… I must find a better way.

These past few days my feelings have been flitting between inner turmoil, quiet contentment, resignation, mild despair, acceptance, resentment, confusion, motivation, lack of motivation, excitement, disappointment, and generally feeling like crap. There must be a pill to fix that.

But the main thread of my tumultuous thinking is that I am feeling the squeeze of time. Counting down the days when I have to return to the “real” world and my life as a working mother. There is so much yet that I want to accomplish. So much to do, so little time…

I’ll admit it — I love being a stay at home mom. I relish the chance to spend as much quality time as I can with my kids. But reality has been slowly sinking in that soon I will have to return to the rat race once I finish this MA. There REALLY has to be a better way.

My goal for 2012 is to somehow crack the elusive work-life balance for my family. I have a slew of plans bouncing around in my head — little plots of how to take over the world  combine being a mom and having a career I absolutely love (because life is too short to do something you hate just for the money).

I suppose the next step will be to implement my strategies on how to achieve my goals. So much easier said than done.

In the meantime, I guess I better grab some sleep before the damn birds start up again.