Little things become big things.

For the past seven years my wife has worked a night shift at a hospital.  For the past seven years I had become accustomed to her schedule, and were able to make plans accordingly.  This setup worked great for us until about a year ago, when our son was born.  With new factors like a longer commute, lack of social interaction with adults, and my writing time becoming later and later in the evening, I finally asked her to find a new job that was closer to home and with normal nine-to-five hours.  She started her new job this week.  It’s only been a few days and, compared to the last seven years, I’ve noticed a monumental difference.

I’ve become enamored with the little things most people may take for granted.  Now that she comes home long before 9pm we can do things like go out to dinner together, make plans with friends during the week, and not have to consult her ever-changing schedule to see if our weekends are free.  For me, there have been some major improvements.  I’m a morning person, so I prefer being responsible for the little guy first thing in the morning to the late afternoon.  I have more energy to get writing done in the early evening, and can do so reliably.  I don’t have to cram all my writing in to her precious, rare, ever-changing days off.

I have been battling a long bout of depression these past two and a half months, but thanks to the little things that come from a big life change, I can already feel my spirit lifting and my mood brightening.  This is going to be a huge help; for me, for the comic, and for us as a family.