Good afternoon! Just taking a break from packing, as my hubby and I are selling our house and hitting the RV trail soon!!! I experienced my first (of many, this I am sure of), emotional breakdowns yesterday. An ugly cry with a snotty nose! So today … I am welcoming the afternoon with a glass of wine!
People, it is literally ten minutes past noon… AND I POURED MYSELF A GLASS OF WINE? Well, not really glass, I’ve sold the wine glasses. And it’s noon?!?!? I poured myself a Red Solo Cup…
“You’re not just a cup, you are my friend.”
What is wrong with me??? I would’ve siphoned that cup ‘o wine back into its bottle once I came to my senses, but I only buy “fresh” boxes now! (For real!) I have never had a drink at noon!!! I mean, come on??? Sure when I was younger … like college; a hangover, the hair of the dog job for the mighty Bloody Mary!!! Lunch with Mary! Who hasn’t? (God, I hope some else can relate.)
So, NO Red Solo Cup of wine at ten after twelve for me! Poured it down the drain.
What is wrong with me?!?!?
I think I miss blogging. I think I miss my tribe! I think I am scared shitless and this is the hardest move I will ever make since most of my family think I finally really HAVE lost my mind!!! Have I? (It is not a stupid question.)
We are set up nicely… or we were. Once the winter hits, we will not be able to afford this big, beautiful house that was once our dream to fill with a child or two… they never came? We learned we couldn’t even adopt or foster… but we did get our fur babies… not the same but a tale for another time. We were planning for a different life, a life that now we have spent.
We prepared for this move! Jeff and I learned all about trading. Commodities, annuities, stocks, bonds, and FOREX! The “ins” and “outs” of trading money. FOREX; Foreign Currency. I know it like the back of my hand … supply, demand, candles, the bulls, and bears… I KNOW this shit. But my husband knows it blind-folded, forward, backward and sideways! And he depends on me for grounding the trades, the stop-loss… and the selling percentage … no matter what! Etcetera, etcetera…
I need my tribe.