All Play and No Work Makes Me, Enlightened?

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I am a worker bee. In the giant beehive of society, that is how I would’ve classified myself before this year. There are queen bees, mama bees, soldier bees, all kinds but I was a worker bee, no doubt.

I got my first job when I was 13, scooping ice cream and I loved it. I had my own money and an amazing sense of pride and freedom. Since then I have always worked and loved it. I might not have always loved the job I had at the time, but not working was never something that appealed to me.

When I met my husband, I was working the best job I ever had. But, in order to make it in this life we have to make sacrifices. I chose a life with him and that meant moving a lot and to very random places. Little did I know how much that decision would change how I saw myself and who I was.

It didn’t matter where we moved, I always found work. I am a worker bee, remember? Having a job not only contributed to my sanity but it was who I was. I had always planned on being a career-woman. I went to college, worked my butt off and honestly loved the idea of wearing a suit and heels, working in an office building. I never really thought I wanted kids but I KNEW I wanted a career.

When we got to our current station (very small town) I was sure it would work out just like it had before but it didn’t.  I couldn’t find a job, I must have sent out 50 applications and nothing. We were only scheduled to be here for two years and before I knew it 8 months had gone by. I was going crazy.

At this time I didn’t have kids and my husband’s station is very small – not much to keep me busy. That is when I started to realize it was time to shift my perspective and time to embrace my time here and not fear the unknown. What I wanted out of life was changing and so was I. I began blogging, got involved with some great military support sites (including this one) and found myself at peace. I also found myself wanting a family.

So here I am today, not working, pregnant with our first child and completely and totally content. Moral of the story? Just because we have an idea of who we think we are doesn’t mean it is who we will always be. We have to be willing to change and grow. We have to be open to what this life throws at us and realize sometimes it works out exactly the way it is supposed to.

Who says bees can’t change? Who says I can’t be more than one thing? So here I am. I am a worker bee, a mama bee and most of all, a happy bee. Without my husband and his crazy career I would never have known that this is really who I was meant to be. Funny no matter how sure we are there are always things that take us by surprise and leave us more fulfilled then we ever thought we could be.


3 thoughts on “All Play and No Work Makes Me, Enlightened?”

  1. I really enjoyed reading this. I have been struggling to come with terms that my life is turning out to be different than what I thought it would be. Not having a job has had me beating myself up over and over. And I am starting to notice a change in my confidence. I find comfort in hearing other wives discuss there struggles as well. And your story has a positive twice to it. I guess I need to be more content with how my life is turning out, because living this life with my husband is worth more.

  2. Nicole,
    I am so glad you found some helpful words in what I wrote. Trust me, I have fought this a lot of the way. I have felt frustrated, resentful and angry. The thing is sometimes we are so hell bent on keeping things the way we think they should be or where they are comfortable for us that we miss out on how much fun and how perfect life can be when we just let it happen! If you ever want to talk let me know!!!

  3. Carrie,

    GREAT article. I’m glad you’ve found out who you’re meant to BEE.


    It sounds like you’re well on your way to finding out who you were meant to BEE, too!

    Homefront United Network,

    Your writers are, as always BRILLIANT, I can’t wait to see what this will BEE-come in the future.

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