Turning the Ship

Denver is supposed to get about 1,000 inches of snow this weekend. I say bring it on.

Plans for this morning involve a honkin apple fritter and finalizing our taxes and after that? It's pj's all weekend long, baby!

Thanks to two incredibly stressful weekends in a row, involving every Austen novel known to man, this weekend I only have to read one novel, and it's not one of hers. I also have to finalize the next few weeks of class stuff because big papers are due on Tuesday and we're starting a new unit.

All of this can be done in pj's. While double fisting the diet dr peppers.

I feel like, after a year of some crazy transitions, the Wright ship is finally starting to right itself. We've been turning, turning, turning, and any day now, our ship will be on its new course and the crew can break for happy hour.

A lot of my tutoring has been transitioned, and the clients I still have are manageable. There were actually a couple of nights this week when I got to come home after work and class! Instead of driving all over the place. I actually didn't know what to do with myself. (Don't get me wrong - I pretty much live in a state of ignoring a good 75% of my homework.)

I've also managed to work in a fair amount of tequila during the week. This is not a good long term plan for me, as it is not conducive to...well...anything productive.

The writing consultant job is still incredibly stressful, but good. My goal is to stay there for the next several years, and to move up within the ranks as soon as possible so that bunny mama can afford her new tequila habit and also so that we can maybe take another vacation before we turn 65. I have been given some hard projects and some really hard workshops, so there's never a dull moment.

And this introvert is exhausted all the time.

But it's a good kind of exhausted.

I try to explain this to G as I shuck out of my work clothes and into my pj's at 7:00 p.m. and hop onto the couch to "read" my school stuff (i.e. intermittently nap and read for several hours while Lucy glares at me). I am at a place of happy exhaustion. I'm not sleepy because I'm depressed or anxious or needing to escape my current reality. I'm sleepy because I've used up my word quota for the day and need to recharge by reading feminist novels and slave narratives until 5:00 tomorrow morning when it starts all over again.

I am so, so glad I left my career to do something new.

I am so, so glad I took the biggest risk of my life.

Now, if we could just find a rich benefactor...we are in need of someone to finance our lifestyle and also elevate it about 3 notches. We're thinking: international travel, eating in nice restaurants, flying on elite air carriers, and renovating significant portions of our house. If you're interested, please email me immediately. I'll set down the apple fritter and we'll get started.