In Times of Transition
For the last decade or so, my family pretty much poured its heart and soul into my company. Until recently, I co-owned a graphic design and multimedia development firm that built health education research web sites, primarily for the government. They were large-scale, complicated – and as you can imagine – money from the government is complicated too – so the running of the business took a lot of energy.
I got pregnant in the infancy of the business. My husband Bryan had just come to work for us, but we made the decision that he would stay home once the baby was born. He did so for two years, and during that time, worked very little outside the home. We developed a new pattern. The schedule bended to me. Bended to my company. My meetings took precedence over his plans; if I had to work late, he dealt with it.
He came back to work with us as Declan entered preschool, but the pattern continued. His work was important and valuable – but we knew that my responsibilities had to come first. We knew that he was helping build the company by supporting my needs.
This is not to say that I wore the pants in the family. It just meant that in the ebb and flow of schedule, Bryan did the heavy lifting with Declan, and with the house.
In March, I sold my half of the company and am going out on my own. Instead of 35 employees, I have one. Me. And while my new venture is important to all of us, Bryan has a new venture too. He left my company last year to become a Creative Director for a software development firm. HE has become the backbone of the family. HE is the one we need to make time for now.
The first month was strange. I continued to make meetings and plan my day as I always have. The rude awaking was that I totally needed to change my mindset. Which is hard after 10 years.
But I have been trying. We now make sure *I* am the one to take Declan to school. Bryan tries hard to get out in time to pick him up, but if not, *I* am definitely his backup. I defer to him when planning our evenings, because he is working at night a lot these days. It’s been an adjustment for sure. Something I hadn’t really thought through when we decided to make this change.
I knew it would be a big transition. I just didn’t realize how big.
Have you had any transitions lately?
How have you coped or adjusted your lifestyle for them?