I finished up editing Mumtastic today. I’ve spent the past two years building the brand into something relatable and real. Mums love it because it’s not click-baity or bullshitty. Brands love it because we created content that really works for them with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of heart.
I feel sad today, but I know I won’t tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll just feel… panicked.
I HATE change. Well, really, I hate any change I don’t instigate. If I’m in charge, I love all the change. In fact, my theory is that the best way to stay in your comfort zone is to make your comfort zone as big as humanly possible.
I’m just no good at uncertainty, and change always brings a good deal of it. I am the kind of person that cannot settle into a book until I’ve read the last page. If I know how it ends, I can love the story. This is also the one thing about parenting that I just can’t cope with: if I knew that the kids turned out okay in the end, I figured I could relax and love their story so much more.
So here’s a trick: make up the ending and work towards it.
I guess it’s goal setting, but in the most fluid way possible. In my mind, my kids have grown up to be happy, well-adjusted, settled adults who are full of common sense and bonhomie. I keep that picture in my head whenever I feel the panic rising. You know the panic. The ‘oh my god she is going to be sucking that dummy as she walks down the aisle if I don’t do something’ panic. Knowing the ending helps enormously, trust me.
So today, redundant. According to the dictionary definition, that means I’m “no longer needed or useful.” That’s not depressing at all, right? For a person who prides herself on being useful and helpful and all the fulls, redundant is just not a nice place to be at all.
Which is why, I’m only going to let myself feel redundant today (sigh). Tomorrow, I’m planning, I’m plotting, I’m mapping out the story. I’ve already cranked up my social media company (yes, I’m here if you want someone to make up your story’s ending for you). I’m going to start my own parenting site. I think I’ll open an online shop. And I’ll be writing, writing, writing.
Redundant, my ass. I’m just getting started.
Have you ever faced redundancy at work? Did you go okay?