This is shaping up to be a depressing week.
For the past month, I've been working so hard to grow my business and to start the kind of momentum that will build and eventually lead to the kind of modest success I'm aiming for. I've been constantly busy blogging, shooting, improving my website and portfolio. Bringing in a little bit of money, but not a lot. Not enough to keep the bills paid.
I had hoped that, when I quit my job, Aaron would step up and take his turn as the provider for the family. So far, not so much. This month, for him, has meant a lot of video game playing, halfheartedly submitting a few applications, and showing no real enthusiasm for anything.
For me, this past month working from home has been blissful. I've been able to see the kids all day long, to participate in their education. We've all been better for it.
But now, the savings is running out, and because he isn't looking for a job, or is only looking halfheartedly, it's up to me to take care of the family. Again.
Always.
It bothers me that I'm constantly working to grow, to improve myself personally and professionally, to become a better person, and the only growth he experiences is what is forced upon him by changing life circumstances.
I may not feel this way tomorrow. In fact, I probably won't, but I just had to get it out today to clear my mind.
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