Once upon a time, not too long ago, I had a job which people would dream of having. It was not one of those hi-flying one, but being a new mother, a dream job is the one that lets you 'strike a work-life balance', which essentially means that you do not have too much work, and you get paid decently well.
As was expected from someone with my track record, I quit it.
As was expected from my relatives' track record, I was called mad.
There is something about a 8-7 routine that seems to strongly disagree with me. Even if between 8 and 7, I essentially browse the net looking for parenting advice.
Add to it being answerable to people who you think are not worthy of your answers, and you can see me running out of the place within a few months. Mentally first, then literally.
Yet, since I am an M.B and A and a 'career woman', not being in a job is discomforting. I absolutely cannot imagine living off Salil's income. Even when I imagine my retired life, I see myself chilling on my own money.
These sort of unnecessary stubbornness is to be blamed on my parents and their mentality of raising me to believe I can do anything a man can do, and I must do anything that a man can do, and I have to anyways do what a woman has to do.
This is like real double whammy.
But well, here I was, again out of job, looking at giving a shot to Entrepreneurship, believing that it will give me more time with my son (yeah, I really mentally paint that other side grass too green), and also a kind of clean, result oriented work that I crave for.
I am finishing this post at 2 am in the morning. Nope, I was not working till so late. I am unable to sleep these days. There is so much to be done, so little time!
I really wonder if mentally I have it in me to be an entrepreneur?
