A New Adventure (I Guess)

It's been a while, friends. And I am so sorry that I haven't written. I actually think this is probably the longest I've ever gone without blogging and it feels kind of strange.

I had a huge event for the biz so a lot of things took a backburner for a bit. I've been working really hard on that whole self-care thing so I've vowed to not stretch myself too thin. Sometimes I have to make certain things more of a priority and there just isn't time for everything. So the blog dropped farther down on the list than I would like. I'm still here though.

While I get back on track and back into the swing of things, let me catch you up on what's been going on.

I was a vendor at The Indy Urban Flea. It went pretty well. I learned a lot. And it was seriously the most fun show I've done to date.

I'm now starting the process to prep for the Yellow Springs Street Fair.

I've still been doing the healthy living thing. More about that later.

I have big news. Actually, I'm not even sure what to call it. It's something that I haven't shared with a lot of people. Mostly because I've been waiting on Mr. T to be ready to share it with the world. And also because I haven't figured out exactly how I feel about it.

Mr. T's school is closing. Every single time that I write that or say that I feel so weird. Who would think that a 100-and-some-odd-year-old school would close? I know it happens. But it's not something you hear about often.

Mr. T and I learned about the closing in February. They call it "suspending operations". And it shook our entire world.

Mr. T was literally living his dream. He was teaching and excelling. They had BIG plans for him. He was being groomed to be a leader and was even recommended for tenure-track (which is a HUGE deal in academia). Seriously, you guys, the dream.

And now, suddenly, he's not.

We were progressing with the house. We had big plans for it and we had settled into our home. We were buying things and decorating things and making plans to redo the floors, the bathroom, the bedroom, etc.

And now, suddenly, we're not.

I thought this was going to be "our year". After so long of being and feeling in limbo and just feeling like our lives were transitioning to one phase after another, we were finally in a good spot. My biz was starting to take off, Mr. T's job was going well, and we loved our home. We could finally just get things together and things would be calm for a bit.

And now, suddenly, it's not.

The rug was literally ripped out from underneath him and us.

I wish I could tell you about all of these amazing plans we have. I wish I could tell you that he found this other amazing job in this other amazing place. I wish I had some sort of certainty to talk about.

But the truth is, there really isn't any. He's working to find another job and we’re just taking each day as it comes. And that's really it. We have no idea where we'll be in a few months, next year, etc. We have no idea where or if he'll be working in a few months, next year, etc.

To say I'm terrified would be a total understatement.

We did realize, however, that we really want to be some place urban again. We miss the fun parts of the city. I don't think we'd go back to NYC again unless there was some amazing opportunity calling, but we're thinking Midwest urban might be the thing for us. You get all the fun of the city, but with all the good stuff about living in a small town. So that I think is the blessing in disguise.

And no matter what, I truly believe that as long as we have each other and our two little furry babes, we'll be OK. I truly do. I know that doesn't pay our bills, but that stuff gets you through a lot of tough times. And I also know that we're in this together and that we'll figure this out together.

So I'm trying not to dwell on all of the scary stuff. I'm trying to just continue to move along and figure shit out as it comes along. Because that's all you really can do, ya know?

Today is Mr. T's last day of teaching. And it didn't really hit me until he left today. It hit me hard, you guys. This will likely be his last day of teaching for a year. Maybe longer. And it could even be his last day of teaching forever. I hate everything about that. And even though he says he's OK and it's bittersweet, I can't even begin to imagine what he's feeling.

So I decided that tonight we're going to cook out and have some booze and maybe even watch The Secret Life of Pets. Because what is better than food, booze, and a movie about cute puppies? We're going to celebrate a beginning to something new and brilliant and amazing. A new adventure for us. Even if we don't know what that is.

And now I'm going to go clean our house from top to bottom because the realtor is coming on Monday to do a walk through.

If you pray or do anything like prayer, can you please say one for us? And send us all of the good vibes that you have. We'd totally appreciate it. And if you know of any amazing opps for a totally brilliant dude who almost has his PhD, please let me know.