(It’s a question featured in this Women’s Health story.)
I definitely used to be a “live to work” type of person. For most of my adult life, I’ve always spent well beyond 40 hours a week working, whether it was juggling a couple of different jobs or putting in way too many hours at my former newspaper home. It’s not just that I needed the money — I have always loved feeling useful and productive. I enjoy stepping back and admiring the thing I put my time and energy into and seeing it shaped by my skill.
Journalism isn’t art, but the sentiment is still there. Whenever I tackle a story, I always feel like I’m putting together a puzzle. During the process, I can’t wait to see what the final picture looks like.
Since I became a mother though, I now “work to live.” I still enjoy my work life. I still step back and admire the things I put my time and energy into. I still love doing my metaphorical puzzles. But if I could, I’d take more days off just to be with my kid. I’d pack her up in the car with her coloring books and we’d drive to the beach. We’d eat ice cream, chase the seagulls, and laugh. Oh, we’d laugh so much together.