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.