Four working days.
The countdown to when my husband becomes completely self-employed, and we officially enter the world of entrepreneurship, has begun.
{Insert feelings of overwhelmedness, anxiety, excitement, worry, nervousness, relief, and scared- shitlessness}.
Of course, this is what we have ultimately hoped for, ever since we moved back onto my family's ranch roughly seven years ago. But it is one thing to dream about ranching and trucking full time, and really doing it. So here we go, jumping head first into a whole new adventure.
I have learned that when opportunity knocks at your door, you really only have two options. One, you can lock the door and run to the opposite end of the house until Opportunity leaves you (and your dreams) alone and regretful; or, you can open the door, weigh the pros and cons of the situation, and make a solid, intelligent decision. (Or, in our case, as a couple, you talk it to death; sleep on it; talk about it some more; and then finally, one of you- probably the more dominant personality {ie, Me}- makes the executive decision to just make a decision!!) Intelligent or not, we decided the time was finally right for Shane to quit his job at the telephone co-op and work at home full time. There are times when you just kind of fall into things; as long as the fall isn’t too easy, chances are you will land with both feet on the ground and keep on moving.
Obviously, life works in mysterious ways. Unfortunately for my husband, his wife isn’t going to mysteriously learn how to get her CDL or be of any use to him in his new trucking venture beyond managing from the house. Being the newly elected secretary/ treasurer of this here operation, my job duties will be limited to the scope of doing the books, cooking the meals, taking care of the children, providing wisdom and wit from the peanut gallery, and all the other unspoken duties the woman of the household takes on. Which, to be completely honest, is probably the safest place for me... if you have ever seen me try to read a map or pull any trailer longer than 18 feet long, you would agree that this girl having a CDL is probably not a real brilliant idea. Besides, someone has to keep the home fires burning!
Wish us luck. Better yet, wish we make it big so I can work from home too. Apparently, when the news broke at work (we work at the same co-op right now), most people were shocked it wasn't me that was leaving. I can't imagine where they ever would have gotten the idea that I would rather fix fence and look at cows all day, as opposed to sitting in an air conditioned cubicle answering the phone for eight hours at a time....
May you, too, be able to follow your dreams one day and do what makes your heart sing!
~Richelle