Women in the Working World

Lately, as an adult women who aspires for both a thriving career as well as motherhood, it seems as though having both is a puzzle I can’t figure out.  I am turning 25 in a few weeks, and the Artist and I hope to be fortunate enough to have children together in the future, and we both have big dreams for our careers as well, however, more and more it seems difficult to have both.  Things are different for women, we have “biological clocks”, and as we approach 30, or so I personally feel, our clocks start to remind us that time is ticking and the pressure of aging (as well as even more immense pressure from society) can be abundantly felt.  So here is what started my thoughts on all of this….

As my 25th birthday approaches, I have decided that I would like to further my educational career with a master’s degree and have been accepted to Washington University in St. Louis.  It is a 2 year MSW program and quite pricey, and I got a partial scholarship.  I am in desperate need of funding to even begin to be able to afford this, and have a deep gut feeling that I will not be attending classes this fall because I can’t afford it.  To read more about my situation on this: https://emilyandherartist.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/bittersweet/

So that is another year before I can apply to other MSW programs, and another year delaying the beginning of a career, would then put me age 28 before my careers even begins after graduation, and then building a secure lifestyle that allows me to try and get pregnant and be financially stable enough to take time off, and be able to afford it, to care for a child….pushing me past that ripe age of 30 that I mentioned above.  I know plenty of women have children well into their thirties, and I might be one of them, but wouldn’t it be nice to not feel pressured to have a child by the big bully called age?

Which is what sparked these thoughts for me in the first place.  It is like having to choose between having children in your mid-late twenties, or going to grad school during this time instead, and delaying having children until afterwards.  I know plenty of people have children while in grad school, but I don’t think that that choice is for me.  Or at least, it is my current thought.  So as of right now,  I plan to go to grad school at some point, we both want to get our careers up and running (which is really testing our patience, at almost 25 and 29, we just want to have established careers already!), and at that point, we will consider children.  I don’t want to have this feeling that I have to choose one or the other, so I just simply will not.  I am striving towards 2 careers; as a social worker with an MSW, and if I am fortunate enough to be able to bear a child, as a mother.  But you never know what life will throw at you, and the next day is never a guarantee, so although we have big plans for our futures, we try and live in the moment and enjoy each day as it comes.  Such as seeing a Shakespeare’s Henry V in Forest Park together, enjoying a picnic while we wait for the show, and having some quality time together, cracking open a fresh coconut, cooking a nice meal, celebrating birthdays, admiring the Artist’s thesis painting, chocolate chip pancakes and the best bacon I have ever had.  Because you never know what tomorrow will bring!

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Shakespeare in the Park

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Sweet and a little spicy, orange chicken with cashews.

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Best, yet healthiest, bacon ever!

Best, yet healthiest, bacon ever!

So I encourage everyone of both genders to embrace the women in your lives as they balance life 🙂  I applaud all the women out there who are rocking it in their careers and as awesome moms, I look up to you all. ❤

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Memories, Life, Bacon, and Pancakes

Last time I talked to my grandparents, on Skype, my grandpa asked me if I kept a journal of any sort.  I told him the only thing I really write is this blog, about my life and interests.  And he said that one day years from now, having that written down will be a great memory, and something to share with my family.  And if I have kids, and they read it when they are my age, they will think I am crazy!  Haha!  They won’t believe it!  My grandpa makes a really good point.  I love memories.  And I love sharing memories and hearing others.

Here are some photos of me when I was a baby with my grandparents and mom.

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Grandparents and I.

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My mom, grandma, great grandma (oma) and I. This is my grandpa’s mom.

Today, as of right now, this very moment, I want to remember that I woke up looking forward to just spending the day with the Artist, and embracing the days left before he starts school again.  If it is sunny we will go out for some fresh air, perhaps Forest Park.  If it is raining or overcast, who knows- but we will be together.  If we simply run an errand, get some groceries, or pick something up from the library, it will be a great time.  We love to laugh and giggle, be silly, talk in weird voices, and recite hilarious lines from our favourite shows.  We do this just around the house too, which makes for a great day.  We have nothing planned so far, but I just know that it will be one to remember, because every day is.  The Artist is my best friend, my husband, the person I most admire and look up to, he is motivating and encouraging of anything I do, and supportive in every way possible.  And I for him.  When I wake up in the morning, I am thinking about ways I can make his day better, even just little things- and him for me.   This morning, I am going to make him breakfast while he is still sleeping so he can wake up to something delicious.  And the other day, the Artist gave me the rest of his peanut M&Ms, because he knows how much I love chocolate and candies, and would rather see me enjoying them then himself (even though I had my own and polished them off earlier).  The little things to make each other’s day better really do make the difference.  And even though I know how to cook, and am reasonably good at it, I love when the Artist cooks for me.  And he loves when I cook for him.  I think I may have said this before, but when something is made with love, it tastes so much better.

This is the breakfast in bed I got on my birthday recently.

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Even though it is not his birthday, the Artist is about to get spoiled with something similar 😉

Here are some photos of our recent silliness, and fun and games.

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We are a great team.  Right from the beginning.  The best of friends.  In love.  Married.  Happy.

This photo was taken before the Artist and I were even dating.  It was shortly after we became roommates and instantly best friends.

This photo was taken before the Artist and I were even dating. It was shortly after we became roommates and instantly best friends.