I’m one week in on this non-working mom gig, and my brain feels fresh. I’m happy, which is not a default state for me. Who knew that I would feel peace at the thought of three months stretching before me to fill with taking care of a (gasp) baby? I wouldn’t have guessed it; although maybe this shift has been a work-in-progress for the past couple years. Let’s see how long it takes my roving eye to seek out the next big thing; the gleaming benefits of that job I just gave up, or the shiny unknown of something that I feel I could never possess. My brain usually tells me I am not worthy of whatever station I want, whether it is a job, a friend, or nice things. What does contentment mean for my snarky attitude? Uh oh.