That job I forgot I had.

Part of the (currently STILL unfinished) new gallery wall in our living room. 

Lately, I've been in a funk.

I've been so focused on contributing monetarily to our household,

I've sort of forgotten about the job I already hold in our little family.

The job of being a wife. 

(And a dog-mom, too, but Yoshi and Dobby 

definitely don't let me forget about that job.)

I don't just mean that I've been slacking on the housekeeping 

(although, let's be honest, I have been) but I haven't been

a very good partner or best friend lately, either. I've been selfish, spending

all of my time working on my own endeavors.

I've been asking for a lot of favors from Ryan

(Come with me on this photo shoot? Let me buy this website? 

Take me to get Mexican and ice cream when I get stressed out?)

and I haven't been giving much back in return.

If this were any other job, I'd probably get fired.

Or at least I'd get a pay cut (don't even think about it, Ryan

...I need that monthly allowance to buy more boots, obviously). 

It's important to me that I go after the things I want and work to achieve my goals, 

sometimes I just need a reminder that one of those things I wanted the most 

I already have, and I need to give that job the attention it deserves, too.