Today, I met a neighbor who writes at home for our local paper. She recently had a baby and is working from home part-time. I know things always look better from the other side of the fence, but I can't help but be envious of her great set up. She seems very happy and her life is so balanced. She got me thinking about the superwoman myth (having it all) and how I wish my expectations in life had been lower from the start. I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I planned out "what I would be when I grow up". I guess I thought I should do what I loved - family-friendliness be damned. Well --look where it has gotten me.
After 7 years out of research, I am working at developing my own freelance writing business with a specialty in science writing. Clearly, it will be an uphill battle, but I am making the effort. I believe in being around for my kids and I wouldn't change the last 7 years for anything. Still, whenever I meet women in "family friendly" careers - teachers, some writers, nurses - it gets me thinking about why I didn't plan ahead for my time as a mother. I had so many advantages - great college and grad school. I feel like I wasted that time preparing for a career in science research only to find that it was incompatible with raising children - at least with a physician spouse. I try to think about it positively. I did great research, published and made a contribution. I did everything on scholarships and grants; I don't owe anybody anything. I loved every minute of that time. Still-where did it get me? Now, I could take a family-friendly science research job, but in every case I would be working for someone else answering the questions they pose instead of directing my own research. I would have less academic input than I had when I was in graduate school. I suppose my PhD and experience should count for something --it's a good credential for my current writing plans. That it.
Sometimes the whole situation get me down. I regret having spent my time and effort to earn a PhD and get on a track that wasn't compatible with kids when I could have used that effort to get on track in teaching or something else. Obviously, I did this to myself - I don't blame anyone. I just wish I'd thought ahead. Does anyone else ever feel this way?
After 7 years out of research, I am working at developing my own freelance writing business with a specialty in science writing. Clearly, it will be an uphill battle, but I am making the effort. I believe in being around for my kids and I wouldn't change the last 7 years for anything. Still, whenever I meet women in "family friendly" careers - teachers, some writers, nurses - it gets me thinking about why I didn't plan ahead for my time as a mother. I had so many advantages - great college and grad school. I feel like I wasted that time preparing for a career in science research only to find that it was incompatible with raising children - at least with a physician spouse. I try to think about it positively. I did great research, published and made a contribution. I did everything on scholarships and grants; I don't owe anybody anything. I loved every minute of that time. Still-where did it get me? Now, I could take a family-friendly science research job, but in every case I would be working for someone else answering the questions they pose instead of directing my own research. I would have less academic input than I had when I was in graduate school. I suppose my PhD and experience should count for something --it's a good credential for my current writing plans. That it.
Sometimes the whole situation get me down. I regret having spent my time and effort to earn a PhD and get on a track that wasn't compatible with kids when I could have used that effort to get on track in teaching or something else. Obviously, I did this to myself - I don't blame anyone. I just wish I'd thought ahead. Does anyone else ever feel this way?
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