It took awhile, but gradually this weekend I wrestled back something that I had lost: my sense of peace. Honestly? With the slowdown for my little microbusiness, I started feeling tremendous self-imposed pressure to produce new work and it was nearly like I was back at my firm. But then, a few things happened. First,Continue reading “Reclaiming my peace.”
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Sincerely yours…
Last night, my husband suggested we go to our local brew pub for a burger and a beer. I had planned on cooking and while the outing is cheap, I was also in my “conserve at all costs” mode. Still, it sounded really good and I agreed. Reaching across the table, he grabbed both ofContinue reading “Sincerely yours…”
Letting go…
It’s been a lousy few days here. While I’ve been fixated on trying to build more business, I lost two contracts after the government froze all grants and loans yesterday. While the order has now been rescinded, it was too much uncertainty for my clients. They’re going to preserve their resources for now. For me?Continue reading “Letting go…”
Recentered and recharged.
Yesterday was a reset for me. After a few very restless weeks of worrying about the success of my new business, yesterday was the first time in awhile that I’ve relaxed about it. Truth be told, even over the holidays I was worried. It was a low-simmering, “you can think about that later” kind ofContinue reading “Recentered and recharged.”
Vacation, Sabbatical or Retirement?
So, major turn of events here: it turns out I’m not built for retirement – or at least not yet. Even sabbatical was a little hard. At the end of the day, I feel like I need to use my brain. As fulfilling as taking care of my family is – and it genuinely isContinue reading “Vacation, Sabbatical or Retirement?”
She’s come undone…
Okay, I’m she. She is me. I’ve come undone. It’s fabulous. I started working the grill at McDonald’s when I was 16 years old. In fact, the day I turned 16, I begged my parents take me to McDonald’s so I could apply. I wanted a job, my own money and all the independence thatContinue reading “She’s come undone…”
Quiet(ish) Sunday mornings…
I know cats are supposed to be stealth and all, but let’s face it: it’s not true. Every morning, we have the same routine. We get up and general mayhem, at least for the first solid hour ensues. Our latest rescue is a talkative little thing and likes to walk around the house vocalizing. ThatContinue reading “Quiet(ish) Sunday mornings…”
Foggy mornings…
In spring and fall, our mornings become particularly foggy around here. A combination of cooler temperatures and the nearby river combine to blanket the area in a heavy fog. Around 10 am, when the sun is finally bright enough to burn off the fog, the sun shines through. In the old days, I hated it.Continue reading “Foggy mornings…”
I (finally) made it!
My husband accuses me of spiking the ball too early. When I get to the point that I see my way clear of whatever problem, project, setbacks or set of tasks I need to do, I do tend to celebrate a little early. Genuinely, I know I’m going to make it, I know I’m onContinue reading “I (finally) made it!”
A breakthrough of sorts…
Last night, this little family had a breakthrough. (And no, it wasn’t “stop adopting cats”. We have made that pledge, but I’ll be honest here and say it will take one sick, starving cat to lay waste to the promise.) Instead, sitting on the back porch, margaritas in hand and enjoying a few quiet momentsContinue reading “A breakthrough of sorts…”
The Yuppie Homesteader 