Most of the time I think that I’ve come to terms with quitting my job, and other times I’m one comment away from ugly crying. Yup, change surely can be fun. Thursday was an example of the latter.
Justin and I were on a walk and talking about, of all things, the space on your taxes where you put your occupation. I wondered what I would put in that box for me next year since I won’t be a professor anymore. After bantering for a few minutes, we decided on Chief Chi Evangelist. It was a light-hearted exchange, but I couldn’t get the idea of an impending title change out of my head. Yeah, emotional stuff sneaks up on you like that.
Come Friday, I was still in a funk. Which was less than ideal because we had a big weekend planned (see the post on overscheduling…). On Friday, I was getting a haircut and going to a charity event for my volunteer organization. Saturday was supposed to be croquet and a picnic, and Sunday involved a birthday party and Game of Thrones. I had a lot of high energy events scheduled and needed to be on for them.
After my haircut, Justin asked if I wanted to go get brunch. Pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and a mimosa were on point and precisely what the doctor ordered.
Afterward, we came home and worked independently for a few hours. Knowing it would be a late night with the charity event, we decided to take a nap. (Working from home is awesome!) When I woke up, I looked at Justin and asked how upset he would be if we didn’t go. We had already bought the tickets and would be out that money. I told him that I didn’t have “faking it ‘til you make it” in me that night. I told him that my f*** budget needed readjusting if I was going to be able to do the other fun stuff I had planned for the weekend. I told him that I just needed a mental break.
With our evening plans canceled, we decided to just see where Friday could take us. We Sisko out for a walk. Then we decided to drop him off and walk to our favorite taco place. While waiting for our table, we got a drink at the wine bar. It was exactly what I needed – a fun night without any expectations of what was supposed to happen or how I was supposed to feel.
I still don’t know what’s coming next, but if you need to talk to someone about the awesomeness of chihuahuas, I’m your person!