Last week Taz and Hubby were in town. I had two days of Taz and utter relaxation. Seems impossible, right? Actually she needed R&R in a big way, so we chilled on two different uncrowded beaches. One day her college chum and her dog joined us, one day it was the two of us. We sat on the windy beach, trying not to fry our delicate winter white skin and listened to the beautiful sound of the waves. It was divine. Even more divine because I am a firm believer that the beach is better with adult beverages.
For the first time in almost 2 years I had Taz in a normal, calm state of mind. She slept, ate and enjoyed being outdoors. When her Hubby joined us midweek, he took one look at her and said, “Your mom is great medicine for you — you look so rested.” She played with the Kracken, the Hunter made her delicious home-cooked meals and I made her amazing coffee from the fantastic espresso machine she gave me at Xmas. We saw Hubby for an afternoon because he flew in a few days after her and we enjoyed a fun afternoon outdoors ending with drinks at a legit biker bar. It was an idyllic visit.
Now I feel like I’m behind at work. Some potential new business has fallen apart, but that’s the nature of my beast. I just say, “Shit!” or “Fuck it” and move on. Robin, my business partner, is a solid comfort to me. We just keep moving and trying new approaches. I’m more willing to chase some minnows, but she’s too smart for that. What’s interesting about my minnow chasing is that it is taking me down unforeseen paths — like talking to a Masters class at a nearby university or having a whole bunch of folks calling me instead of me calling them. You never know where these things lead which is why I hate to say no to the minnows.
In the meantime, my big, beloved client who followed me to Maggie & Co is moving on. They are changing their business model and it will no longer include us. It has nothing to do with our service and they have already told us how much they will miss us. If all goes according to plan, we will part ways in the next 45 days.
I’m looking at March, April and May with horror. My car lease is up, our house lease is up and we are moving for sure, the Hunter turns the big 50 and I still have to do my taxes….Oh yeah, and my dad’s big 80th birthday bash which requires me traveling out of state falls in April. And the Hunter has a huge speaking gig and….well, you get the point. It’s never dull around here.
Now let me continue my hunt for new clients…..the Amazon needs some cash!