Boxed In.

It has always been about boxes.

It has been a year and almost a half that I have been jobless. After my 2 months maternity leave ended, I took a year of unpaid leave to take care of my daughter, Audrey who was born prematurely at 26 weeks. Took a leap of faith and tendered my resignation last October.

Other than bringing up Audrey, I was intending to use that time to figure out my next step. I was unhappy at work then and my whole soul kept fighting. I felt so strongly that I wasn't supposed to be there. I was full of conviction that I should be doing something else with my life.

I've seen and read it over and over again. Chase your dreams. Do what you love, what makes you happy. Follow your passion. Blablabla.... I want to, I really want to. But my dreams are many, I don't know where to start or how.

Life with a newborn took everything I had to give. I had no time to think about myself. I have a tiny human to keep alive!

Now she's a year and four months. I find myself entertaining that notion again. That and the fact that we are financially strapped.

I should go back to work. But the time with Audrey made me realize, I don't want to. I want to earn an income but I want to do it having her with me.

I've had time to think and soul search while Audrey naps and I may have come to a decision.

Boxes. It has always been about boxes.

Let's start there first.

BismillahirRahmanirRaheem.