The boss of me has put the company on the market.

It might be a few weeks or it might be several months, but soon I’m going to be loose in the world, untethered for the first time in my whole life.

I’ve been tied to deadlines of the work variety since I was 14.

I am, of course, scared to death. I have bills to pay and obligations to meet.

I am also crazily excited. Publishing, as I know it, doesn’t really exist any more, so I can’t go home again.

I started tending to some grown folks’ bidness today, getting my affairs in order to make the transition as easy as possible, and that felt good and right.

So. There you go. It’s all out in the open and we can talk about it.

About S.

Reader, writer, talker, knitter, picture taker, tennis player, music lover, Southerner.
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8 Responses to Upheaval

  1. Carrie says:

    Is this where you open your yarn store?

    • S. says:

      I hope to, if I can find something else that will pay the bills. I put a thing or two in motion today that I hope will make it more possible for me to do so.

      I welcome any wisdom you might have.

      • Jonna says:

        Sometimes you just have to jump off the cliff and hope the wind blows you back up. It usually will, or at least blow you toward a branch you can grab onto on the way down. Go forth and fly!

  2. jenchicken says:

    Congratulations on your new life – whatever it is!

  3. Alis volat propriis. You will be more than fine. It will be excellent.

    • S. says:

      I’m excited, along with being a little scared.

      I’m sad because I have the great good fortune of genuinely liking my employer. I’ll miss seeing her everyday. She’s just a great part of my life.

  4. Heather says:

    I am so very hopeful for you.

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