year

Thursday was a year since I last worked. It turned out to be a busy day (I had to have a big fry up with the husband, then go to sort out a mortgage and then we had a lovely evening with the Herbert's who are fellow Ipswich exports). So I didn't really have time to think about a year of not working. But there have been (and still are) times when not working makes me feel a bit useless. Like I don't make any real contribution. It is not like not working because you are a mum and your job becomes caring for your children, or when you have retired and you have worked for many years and now have the privilege of not working. I am at a point in my life where I should be working, contributing financially at home, making a difference through my work. I try and view my 'job' at the moment as getting better. When I view it like that it helps a bit. But it does sometimes make me feel like a not=proper human being.