First, the happy news: DUTY GOT A JOB! Woo hooo!
And this one was only $10,000 less than he was making instead of $40,000 like a couple of earlier offers. Interestingly, it’s with the same company but under a different government contractor. (Don’t ask. This is all weirdly convoluted shit.)
Good thing, too, because this week has been his hardest yet. I was starting to get worried about him falling into a depression ditch. I know he feels relieved on a lot of different fronts. I get how hard it is for someone who lives the energy of “dutiful” to be in a place where you can’t express that. (Or at least express it in a way that feels right and aligned.)
He took really good care of me this week by packing my lunch and fixing dinner and generally corralling the dogs so I could do my work at night.
Which brings me to the chaos portion of our show:
Where to start? Let me count the ways.
1. I learned that I actually DID do a lot during the day that I didn’t realize because when I tried to cram it into two hours at night, it wouldn’t fit.
2. I didn’t adjust my schedule to fit the notion that 8+ hours of my day would be dedicated to something that was going to fry my brain so that coming home and trying to write a free offer and record classes was doubly hard. (I did it, though.)
3. As you remember, part of my duties included backing up the cage area. I left all that behind 2+ years ago and the times I’ve gone back to YOPOE have been in different roles. The good news is that my brain remembered most of the processes that had to be done in there as if I left yesterday. The bad news is that some of it has changed and I had to wash out the old and add the new. But that’s okay because I would ease into it gradually, amirite?
4. NO! I am not right. Why? See #5.
5. Nice cage lady commences to have chest pain and shortness of breath. I call 911 because I learned you don’t mess around with that. I hold down the cage. For 2 1/2 days. When I don’t know what I’m doing.
6. Brain fry to infinity.
Fortunately, she is fine (angina attack) and will be back Monday and I managed to get a hold of what I needed to do in the cage so the deep dive into the waters was successful.
New info for me: I don’t want to run that cage. I really, really don’t want to do that. I know I said I’d go where the Universe puts me but I have to rescind that now. In fact, had a chat with my angels and said this was not how I wanted things to go and could they help in some way. And they did because I learned on the DL that nice cage lady’s job will be safe (pretty sure) and that I only have to fill in as backup. (WHEW!)
Until things calm down and I figure out how to manage both jobs, I can’t take on any more new clients. Which sucks because I have two in the wings and have to figure out how to apportion my time much better in order to do all I’ve got on my plate.
It will all work out and things will be fine. (Right?) Deep breath. On to a better, less spastic week.
Today is my nephew’s wedding to the only girl he’s really loved (and dated, I think). I’ve known Justin since he was 10 and he’s a wonderful young man. (He was very close to Lauren and had a HUGE crush on her for several years and was with us all through her illness and death, standing next to me at her graveside, holding one hand while Duty held the other.) I’m looking forward to watching this next chapter of his life unfold.