I fell asleep last night before ten just as Buffy was figuring out that Norman's dummy was actually a good guy and not Chucky. This morning, I drove to my mountain nest and did the following:
Got out of car. Was thankful for my boots and jacket, as it was 48'. It was like waking up from a bad dream. I mean, boots and a jacket, people!!!
Made a comittment to double my mountain work time and decrease my in town work time by speaking with my landlord and agreeing on a rent increase. Then I freaked out a little, but this thing has been a long time coming. I have more time in town than I am filling, and I have no time left to fill on the mountain. This switch is good business logic and absolutely what I want, but I can't help feeling some fear around it. And taking one of my feet out of the dreamy little place I created with my partners makes me a little sad, though I bet they'll cheer me on and send me off with nothing but love and real excitement about what I am doing. Because that is the way they are, those damn punkins.
Still, *sigh*.
1 comment:
(cheering you on) love! real excitement! I am so, so happy and excited and proud for you!! and at least i still get to work with you on fridays.
just pick up the laundry slack, would ya? geez.
:)
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