mid-life crisis

How to Take Care of Ourselves when our Golden Handcuffs start Pinching.

How to Take Care of Ourselves when our Golden Handcuffs start Pinching.

Golden handcuffs.

That’s what my husband and I used to call it when he worked for one of the largest software companies in the world. He had an employer who paid him a generous-enough salary that afforded us the luxury of me staying home with our babies for as long as I wanted.

They also provided amazing benefits—we never paid a single copay for 10 years. Not for doctors’ office visits, specialists, or hospital coverage for the birth of both of our babies. I don’t even think we paid copays for prescriptions. That seems completely unbelievable now, so I feel like I’m making that up. But I know it’s true because I remember the pediatrician’s office and pharmacists commenting on it every time we went.

We knew we were blessed. And we also felt trapped.

Don't Worry. I Got This. Trust Me.

Don't Worry. I Got This. Trust Me.

The Worry Patrol is on Full Alert now.

Especially my Worrier-In-Chief.

I have so many worriers in my life. (Don't we all?!) God love 'em for making us feel so loved and that they only want the absolute best for us. My parents are REALLY good at worrying, and as a mom, I totally get that.