
I have, many times since leaving my career in television. I thought it would be a pleasure to leave the rat race and become a SAHM. I fantasized about baking cookies, walking my kids to the park, cooking family meals, and reading (something other than scripts). After four years at home, I have done all of these things yet I’m still haunted by a sense of dissatisfaction.
When I worked, I blamed the feeling on my bosses, the demands of my job, the office politics; I thought staying home would eliminate my obstacles to self-satisfaction. But, instead of blaming it on my work, I started blaming it on my family. Days filled with fighting over homework, carpooling, grocery shopping, and cleaning dishes were not exactly soul-enriching endeavors. I became angry, resentful of the people I loved.
So here I am, close to 50, and still poked by this dissatisfaction... (link to rest of article here)
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