Well, I just noticed the calendar, and it’s been about a month since I left my job and took the leap into this whole freelance realm.  It’s hard to believe it’s been that long already; it feels like I walked out that door just yesterday.

I’ve learned so much in this first month of working at home.  So far, I’ve come away with the most important lesson that the role of full time mom is the most challenging job I’ll probably ever have.  I guess I’ve always known that, but never really knew firsthand.  Secondly, combining the whole mom gig with the writing gig is just as complicated as it sounds.  I’m working on my time management skills and adopting a more structured schedule, but as the first month winds down, I think we’re making headway.  I wrote for several hours today, went to the gym, made lunch, made sure the kid had a nap…I even took a shower.  As for the house? ha.  I have a sink full of dishes, a stack of newspapers and magazines on the couch that I intended to read this week, nothing ready for dinner and the eternal piles of laundry.  But you know what?  I’ll get to it all…eventually.

This week has been an incredibly inspiring one, mainly because of the seminar I attended (which I WILL write about soon).  I learned so much from the event and came away with realistic expectations.   Jack and I also had a chance to have lunch with one of my good girlfriends, who is a designer that has been freelancing for about a year now.  From this “business” lunch, my friend shared her experience and transition, again providing me realistic expectations about all of this.  She’s been an incredible source of inspiration with her ongoing success.

This whole WAHM-thing?  It’s really not all about sitting in your pjs all day (well, maybe some days.)  It’s about following through with your career goals.  And of course, it’s about finding that balance that everyone deserves.   In this past month in trying to find my bearings, sadly, I’ve been confronted by a lot of pessimists and skeptics–people who have been quite vocal about their lack of faith in my freelance endeavors.   I left a good ol’ boys club because they believed that I was only worthy of being the second string player.  When I sat in that seminar earlier this week with a panel of successful mompreneurs, it reinforced my desire to prove the skeptics wrong and follow through with my creative ambition.

And finally, I can’t even put into words the awesomeness of being home all day to pick up Pirates Booty off of the floor, mop up milk from the carpet (10x a day I might add) and pick Goldfish out of the couch cushions.  To be able to hear my kid learn to talk, watch his imagination burgeon and kiss me (repeatedly) for no reason is worth its weight in gold.  Being a full time work at home mom is a new juggle, but a much, MUCH more rewarding one.