Yes, I am still here.
I’ve tried to write 3 posts in the last week and have abandoned each in turn for unknown reasons. Mostly, though, I have much to say and not enough words to say it – or not enough of the RIGHT words to say it.
I loved my trip to Utah, land of magnificent tubs and real turkey sandwiches, my wonderful coach Angella and all the ladies who come to these masterminds, willing to do what it takes to grow their business but more importantly, grow themselves in the process. It’s such a change from the energy at YOPOE and it’s really a nice place for me to be.
I came back desperately wanting to end the day job by October 1st and thinking I had dropped enough hints to Duty that it wouldn’t shock him out of his skin. Let it be known that when you’re married to a WYSIWYG kind of guy, hints don’t work. You’d think I’d know this, being married to him for almost 14 years, right?
Nope.
As the Gap Band sang “Girl, you dropped a bomb on me” and I think it sent him off to another planet. All I said was “I can’t stay there any more. I have to leave.” and that went over about as well as you can imagine. He said I was going back on my promise to YOPOE, to my promise to Duty (which, no, because we agreed to talk about it in October and it’s almost October), etc. etc.
There was enormous tension in the house and the Universe didn’t open the door for me to have to “I’m leaving” convo with the bossman. Tuesday, Duty and I had a heart to heart (which he initiated, to his credit) and even though it was hard for me to say (again) “This is what I have to do”, he listened. We agreed that I’d put notice in so that Oct 31 is my last day.
I’m okay with that.
In the meantime, I have SO SO SO much to do for PI and feel like I am just running around in circles. And most days at YOPOE it’s quiet as hell and of course, I can’t do anything much there. Bleah.
(Pulls out calendar and starts marking off the days.)
So yeah. Here.
